The woman's ruined gown shimmered faintly under the afternoon light, pale silver with lace embroidery at the edge... too elegant for a casual outing. Her beauty was undeniable, graceful enough to make heads turn, but her eyes told a different story. They were sharp, judgmental, and full of quiet malice.
Rin didn't need to be told that she was the definition of trouble.
He sighed, trying to stay calm as the guards surrounded their table. Winter squeezed his sleeve tightly, hiding behind him. Sasha stepped forward, his voice low and steady.
"My lady, what seems to be the problem?"
The woman smiled faintly.
"Problem? Oh, none at all. I was simply concerned that a... commoner like him is sitting in a place meant for nobles."
Her tone was sweet, but her words were laced with poison. The people inside the ice cream shop began to whisper.
"A commoner?"
"Is she serious? He looks too fine for that."
"But look at his clothes. It's definitely not noble-made."
