Third Person's POV
On the day of Priscilla's party, the capital's nobility, royal officials, and their families flocked to Alpha Lance's Blackthorn Pack.
Despite no snow, she'd invited everyone under the pretense of snow viewing, relocating the plum blossoms to an obscure corner.
After transplantation, not a single bloom opened this year.
Even with the chief gardener's care following Lance's victorious return, only a few flowers dotted the garden.
But the truth was clear to everyone—Priscilla was showing off.
She wore a plum-colored velvet gown with tulip patterns, a pure white fox-fur coat, and a ruby-studded golden crown.
Her few gray hairs were styled into a high bun, and she looked incredibly luxurious.
Madison, though dressed up, paled in comparison to Priscilla's opulence.
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