The blade Serena had hidden chose the worst moment to fall to the ground. David understood instantly, releasing his grip as his voice turned icy.
"Apologize to Cecilia."
However, I saw him discreetly toss the blade into a trash bin, hidden from the reporters' view.
Serena was never one to back down, flushed at the word "apologize," pressing her lips stubbornly shut.
Blood dripped from my palm onto the floor. The stark red against the white ceramic tiles drew gasps from my assistants, who scrambled to stop the bleeding.
"Cecilia, there's still one piece left. Can you continue?"
I glanced at David before waving off the assistant attempting to bandage my wound.
"Of course. The final piece will be—'Maiden of the Highlands.'"
At this, Serena's pupils contracted sharply.
I hadn't come b
