The woman across from Aubree Groove, upon seeing her, instinctively raised her hand to cover her face, trembling from fear.
She quickly realized the futility of her actions, and suddenly dropped her hand, staring coldly at Aubree.
Taking a few steps to face Aubree, she raised her chin, still ever the arrogant and elegant socialite.
The young lady before her, even dressed in solemn black, was still breathtakingly beautiful. Her raven-black hair was dense like thick ink, her skin was fair and translucent, her eyes calm and serene. The radiance emanating from her was as dazzling as daylight. It deeply stung Xenia Groove's eyes.
Blinking her dry eyes, Xenia managed to speak in her practiced tone, "Aubree, it has been a while."
Her nails bit tightly into her palm, the sharp pain keeping her rational.
Aubree nodded, "It has indeed been a while."
Aubree's calm demeanor was like a dense needle piercing deeply into her heart.
