Elizabeth finally got her breathing under control.
On the outside, she looked calm and elegant again, the perfect Matriarch.
She walked back to her seat with steady steps, sat down gracefully, and folded her hands in her lap like nothing had happened.
Lucian gave her a quick sideways look. His eyes were full of pity.
'A mother's life is truly difficult,' he thought.
Elizabeth forced a small, polite smile at the people around her.
Then she turned her gaze back to the saint candidate, Uriel, standing calmly on the small sacred platform.
'What do you want, Julius?' she thought, staring hard at his back.
'Why would you use an avatar for the church of all places? What crazy plan are you cooking up this time?'
Her stomach twisted with nerves. The boy in front of her looked nothing like her son.
Gentle smile, kind eyes, soft face, completely different from Julius's usual sharp, mischievous grin.
