CALLEA’S face was devoid of expression while descending the grand staircase.
It was around seven in the evening when Marina announced that dinner was ready. Her friend’s jaw dropped when she passed by her to check if everything was okay. .
"Are you okay, Señorita?" asked Marina while she was inspecting the cutlery and the hot meals served.
"Yes, of course. I never felt better. "
"What happened to you? You were locked inside your room the whole day then you go down looking like that."
She was wearing a bloody red medieval gown. She laid her long hair down. But she curled the ends of her hair. She put on her black choker with ruby flower accent. She had thick black mascara and eyeliner to accentuate her beautiful eyes. Yet her lovely face held no emotions and all. She did not want t
