After all, she's not the type to swallow her pride. How could her own daughter be afraid of an adopted one?
So, she ignored her second sister and directly pulled Evelette, who was eating melon, toward the castle.
"Lucia, what a disgrace, have you forgotten the etiquette of a lady?"
Feeling ignored, Miranda was furious and was about to reprimand her sister when an elegant female voice echoed from the castle.
"Alright, enough trouble, come inside all of you."
Upon hearing this voice, Evelette shivered slightly; the voice sounded to her like the waves of the sea mingled with the scent of blood, carrying authority.
She confirmed that the one speaking was indeed Duke Vanzo this time.
When the three entered the castle, they saw a voluptuous beauty dressed in pajamas sitting on the sofa in the guest lounge.
She looked about thirty, which was rare among the mostly youthful witches, but this mature beauty possessed a unique charm that innocent young girls lacked.
