Severine changed into a black shirt with lace embroidered at the edges. She paired it with blue jeans before stepping out of her room.
The moment she heard Aunt May's words, it was as if she had received a command.
Her body moved on its own, and before she came to her senses, she was already standing at the staircase, looking down at the hall filled with busy servants.
"Isabella Vale, have you really loved Victor?"
Severine found the question absurd. No matter how she tried, she couldn't reconcile Isabella's marriage to a poor genius with her later betrayal in the same breath.
Click. Click.
Her high heels clicked against the floor as she descended.
The servants were quick on their feet, but none made any noise. If someone hadn't seen the silent Vale Mansion during normal times, they wouldn't notice any discrepancy.
This was how the servants were trained. They couldn't lose their composure, no matter what kind of guest had appeared.
