Keira's lips parted as she prepared to voice her thoughts, but Margaret swiftly dismissed her with a casual wave of her hand. "Don't bother, just do as I say. I'll have your father send one of your suitors to escort you back."
In an instant, Keira's expression underwent a drastic transformation. The light smile that had graced her face faded, replaced by a deep frown. Her brows furrowed, and her features contorted with a mixture of frustration and rage. Locking eyes with her aunt, she clenched her fists tightly, her fury palpable.
With a derisive smirk curling her lips, Keira shot a contemptuous reply at Margaret. "Okay, Margaret," she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Turning on her heel, she strode away from the forest, her departure leaving an air of tension and unresolved conflict hanging between them.
