Third Person's POV
Rowena's words sent Priscilla's fir pheromones surging. She was proud yet tinged with guilt.
She'd snubbed Adelaide on purpose, but Adelaide didn't seem to mind, even sending her a fine oil painting.
This made Priscilla see Adelaide as tactful and magnanimous.
In contrast, she felt petty.
Spotting envy in the Full Moon Priestesses' eyes, she warmed to Adelaide—just a little.
Madison and her daughter glanced at the painting, also stunned. But since it wasn't theirs, they had to nitpick.
Madison, disregarding decorum time and again, shed her usual pretense of refinement.
Her rose pheromones, laced with acidity, flared as she stood before the oil painting. Her vertically slit pupils narrowed to a thin line, and her wolf claws subconsciously scratched the gilded fram
