No one would make her become enemies with an important figure such as this woman, not even her new friend. Dahlia didn't know who she was, but one thing was for sure, her aura commanded respect and she wouldn't want an enemy of her.
And just as she thought, the woman walked to the front of the room, and with her chin lifted, she announced,
"My name is Lady Victoria Santoro and I'll be your curator for the rest of the competition until your fate is sealed. I would inform you of events and news directly approved by his majesty; criticize your outfits, supervise your actions and relationships with other contenders, and of course, the progress would be reported to his majesty, the king. All in all, you can think of me as some sort of governess, and of course, one of the judges whose opinion about the contenders would be held in high regard by the king. Thus to say, you can even think me a spy, "
