A Delicate Flower
The drawing room where Eve, Etessa, and Verina were having their tea exuded an air of opulence and grandeur. The walls were adorned with intricate paintings, and the golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling cast a warm glow over the room. Despite the luxurious setting, the temperature inside felt suffocating, and the air was thick with tension.
Etessa Lucrecia's face wore a dark expression as she sat across from Eve, her eyes fixed on her reflection in the large mirror nearby. Meanwhile, Verina sat quietly, looking uncomfortable in her elegant attire.
Eve, however, remained composed, her smile unwavering as she sipped her tea. She played the role of a gracious guest, even in the midst of the stifling atmosphere. Her calm demeanor contrasted sharply with the palpable unease that permeated the room.