Beauty took a delicate sip of her cocktail, her chin slightly lowered.
Her clear, beautiful eyes shimmered under the lights, glancing around with a captivating grace.
"You should know my feelings for Lucas are no less than yours for Lucas," she began, her voice soft but steady.
"I always thought that as long as I stayed by his side, there would be hope.
But to think I'd lose to a young girl—it's utterly ridiculous, don't you agree?"
Facing Cassandra's pointed question, Beauty remained unflinching.
She finished the last of her drink, then pressed her rosy lips together and replied quietly, "Feelings don't follow any order of arrival.
Even though you met Lucas first, it's the two of us who fell in love.
I can't—and won't—leave him."
For some reason, an unshakable resolve had taken root in her.
Standing before another woman and openly declaring her love for Lucas didn't make her blush or fluster.
Instead, it brought her an unexpected sense of relief.
