As she descended the stairs, Hera's dress elegantly swayed, gracefully following her every movement and accentuating her voluptuous figure. The ensemble exuded a sensual yet innocent charm. Opting to forgo makeup, Hera preserved her fresh, innocent look, avoiding any risk of appearing gaudy and ensuring her sophistication remained intact.
At the foot of the stairs stood Cindy, awaiting Hera's descent. "Young Miss, I heard that the young minister broke into your room last night?" Cindy said, her voice filled with concern.
Upon hearing Cindy's words, Hera's lips twitched with a mix of irritation and amusement. She had almost forgotten about the incident until Cindy brought it up. Gritting her teeth, Hera was relieved that Dave hadn't crossed any lines that would warrant her breaking his bones. She decided to let it slide; after all, she had played a role in the situation. It was simply a case of reaping what she had sown.