HER bitterness etched itself across her countenance — eyes narrowing, jaw set, sharp as evening frost. Klarine’s bright morning dimmed the moment she glimpsed that elegant silhouette in the boutique. With Noxton’s permission and a chaperone with her, she stepped into downtown freedom, splurging on fashions once out of reach. Noble ladies paused, their glances ranged from curious to cold, mirroring the elite lounge’s unspoken hierarchy. Three attendants smiled sweetly by her side, offering gowns, orange juice, and confections — a staged harmony beneath silent scrutiny.
"Who can lend their hand to guide my humble request?" Klarine asked the boutique attendant. A not-so-tall stewardess came to her with a bright smile on her face.
"Yes, my lady, do you have something in mind? I am very deli
