Renzille and Kreios walked side by side, their steps slow and deliberate as they made their way down the hallway of the reception venue.
Behind them, Brunelle and Sophia followed closely, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly against the walls, the soft glow of the crystal chandelier above reflected in the polished marble flooring.
The dimly lit corridor offered a moment of quiet and peace away from the lively reception going on in the grand hall behind them.
However, even if it was becoming quiet around them, Renzille's thoughts were loud as they lingered on Celine and her confusing behavior, her mind racing with questions and doubts.
What could she possibly want from me? The noblelady pondered silently, the image of Celine's earlier advances still fresh in her mind.
Despite her attempt at giving Celine the benefit of the doubt in her first life, Renzille could no longer deny the unsettling feeling Celine's behavior stirred inside her.
