Did She Want To Pick A Fight?
However, just as Ian was waiting to see Lyra's result, a soft voice filled with innocence came from beside him, drawing his attention back.
"Umm... Excuse me. You cannot do that. It is our turn."
Although the voice was soft and serene, it carried an unusual toughness, giving it weight.
"Oh?"
Ian was really caught off guard by the sweet voice since it was basically determined now after what Ron had said. But there was still someone who would object at this time.
Feeling that it was something fun, Ian turned around to see who had the guts to stop him, when he saw a beautiful young girl dressed in rich fabric, looking at him with her striking emerald green eyes and long chestnut brown hair that flowed smoothly down her back.
Although her body was covered with a long, luxurious gown, her voluptuous figure and graceful curves could not be entirely hidden, hinting at an elegance and allure that captivated all who looked upon her.