A faint sense of oppression spread invisibly.
"I find it hard to believe that such coarse language would come from Ms. Aria, you shouldn't tarnish the reputation of the descendents of the esteemed Daniellas lineage."
The young lady's icy voice carried a great deal of pressure. In that moment, Vanessa Aria found it hard to breathe.
Once she realized she had been threatened, her face turned extremely uncomfortable.
"What do you think you are, to dare lecture me?" Vanessa Aria found it tiresome to pretend in front of her. Seeing this face, she felt an uncontrollable physiological revulsion.
"I am Aubree Groove. So, who are you, Ms. Aria?" The young lady turned around and asked quietly.
Her eyes, clear and profound as glass, steadily observed Vanessa Aria as if seeing right through her.
Vanessa Aria had a momentary panic, but quickly regained her composure, her chin raised proudly. "I am the Mistress of the Arias."
Aubree Groove raised an eyebrow, "Are you?"
