Lady Emory stepped into the reception room, the heavy doors closing softly behind her. She stopped just inside the entrance, folding her hands neatly behind her back as her gaze settled on the woman standing by the tall windows.
"Luna."
Her voice carried the same quiet composure it always did.
Nina didn't turn.
She remained where she was, her eyes fixed on the gardens beyond the glass as though she hadn't heard the greeting. The only sound in the room was the faint crackle of the fire burning in the corner.
Lady Emory studied her for a long moment before a knowing smile touched her lips.
"I see you've changed back to your natural hair color."
Nina's fingers twitched against the windowsill, but she did not reply.
"It might surprise you to know that this was your hair color in your former life as well."
