Ceres Evadne Monteverde is dead.
The news sent shockwaves through high society. But what shook them even more was the fact that she died saving a little girl’s life.
It was an ending no one could have ever expected for Ceres. The formidable, untouchable heiress, known for her sharp tongue, cold demeanor, and unshakable pride, had met her end in an act of pure selflessness.
Unlike how everyone was used to seeing her, always impeccably dressed in luxury, exuding grace and power, Ceres now lay inside a pristine white glass casket, adorned in a simple satin dress. No jewels, no extravagant embellishments. Just her, as if in peaceful slumber, her ethereal beauty undisturbed even in death.
For the first few nights of her wake at the Monteverde estate, the mansion was never without visitors.
