CASSANDRA'S POV~
I turned slowly, my heart skipping a beat at the unexpected voice.
Standing by the archway was a woman in her late sixties, her hair swept up in an elegant bun with soft gray strands that only made her look more dignified. A gold necklace sat perfectly at her throat, and the way her sharp eyes raked over me from head to toe made me instinctively want to tug the coat tighter around myself.
She was tall, composed, and oozed the kind of quiet, terrifying confidence that only came from old money and a life spent surrounded by power. The mean set of her mouth didn’t falter as she walked closer, her heeled shoes tapping against the marble floor.
The butler, who had been beside me, shifted a bit to the side and bowed politely. “Madam Cassandra. This is Madame Claudia. Don Adr
