"Aah!" Zara’s sharp cry echoed through the room.
I turned around just in time to see Luzie frantically trying to cover Zara with the green tablecloth.
My face instantly hardened. "Luzie, let go."
I started walking toward them.
Luzie froze when she heard my footsteps, and obediently removed the tablecloth, revealing Zara in her white dress.
Franklin stood there, stunned. “Who is this...?”
After Luzie’s flustered attempt to hide her, Zara looked a little disheveled—her golden hair messy, her pale cheeks flushed, and her soft blue eyes wide open in a clear sign of shock.
When she saw Franklin, she gasped again, shrinking down and lowering her head, her face turning so red it seemed like it could bleed.
Franklin, clearly suspicious, narrowed his eyes. "Who are you? What right do you ha
