Who might this be?
In truth, Rivienne was not curious since there would be no difference even if she were to find his name. The look she had from them would be the same until she died or until they died. Jeremy was behind him, and his eyes showed who was behind Rivienne.
"Dear goddess, Azalea!"
Rivienne turned around and curtsied. The duchess wrapped her arms around her, giving a warm embrace that smelled like almond before Rivienne thought of anything. "How come you forget your own sister's face, Willy? It was that witch's mistake." Still holding onto Rivienne, she said and then stepped back. William did not have the explanation he wanted, yet he went inside.
"And you!" Rivienne stared at her. "How come you did not come to see us? No one told me anything. Come inside. We are going to talk now,"
