The rhythmic sound of high heels echoed sharply against the stone floor, like the delicate notes of a piano.
Livia, gracefully guiding Kalena, descended the staircase, her hand resting lightly on the gilded railing.
The moonstone earrings swayed gently by her porcelain cheeks, each step precise and elegant, as though measured by an invisible line.
"Long time no see, Calaen. It's been two years."
Her lace-gloved hand lightly rested on the man's shoulder. The intoxicating scent of mandrake enveloped Calaen, seeping into his senses.
"Isn’t that the necklace your mother used to wear? It brings back memories of how it felt when I wore it," she said, her gaze turning sharp as she shot Nelia a provocative look.
"What are you talking about?"
Calaen recoiled as if struck by lightning, only t
