As Seraphina Ashworth reached the doorway, she sensed a persistent gaze fixed upon her. Whirling around, she saw a dignified, elegant woman standing there, her eyes filled with hatred.
Seraphina Ashworth frowned in confusion. 'I don't think I know her. Why am I sensing such intense malice from that woman at the doorway?'
"Seraphina, what's wrong?" Sylvia Blaine asked, puzzled, when she saw her daughter halt in her tracks.
"Hmm, Mom, who is that?" Seraphina Ashworth asked, looking up at Sylvia Blaine and pointing to the woman at the doorway.
Sylvia Blaine followed her daughter's gesture and saw who it was—the person she despised most, Gemma Montague.
Gemma Montague hadn't expected Seraphina Ashworth to spot her. Caught off guard, her gaze locked with Sylvia Blaine's. Seeing how happy Sylvia was now, the hatred in her heart threatened to erupt.
"Mom..." Seraphina Ashworth sensed her mother's mood shift because of the woman at the doorway and tugged on her hand.
