Clara had long practiced maintaining a soft and sweet demeanor —even in the worst of situations.
Yet, in front of this one person—
She couldn't keep that mask intact.
Whenever she came across her … or even just heard her speak—
Her composure would begin to crack.
Not because she lacked control—
But because no matter how hard she tried, she always felt as though this woman could see right through her.
Her frown deepened as she spoke, her voice laced with unmistakable blame.
"Celeste, I don't remember ever doing anything to offend you. Why are you always like this with me?"
The woman crossed her arms, a faintly disdainful smile curling on her lips.
She stood there with effortless confidence—
Dressed in a seemingly simple outfit, yet every piece she wore quietly spoke of exclusivity and cost —things not easily afforded by most.
There was nothing loud about her presence.
And yet—
She commanded attention without even trying.
She wasn't just another artist under Starlight.
