Champagne pink and another in a rose-red gown gathered around.
Serene Abel, dressed in a Tiffany blue strapless long dress, radiated purity and beauty like a lotus flower rising from clear water—noble and dignified. She gracefully walked to the washstand to wash her hands, as if oblivious to the situation unfolding beside her.
Amelia Clarke stood her ground as grass green approached, without moving an inch. Her cold eyes slowly swept over the three people surrounding her, and finally she spoke, her voice calm but dripping with irony.
