The main hall of the mansion was in chaos.
Cassandra and Daniela's voices echoed off the stone walls, a mixture of indignant shouts and sharp words that seemed to cut through the air.
Both were standing in the center of the room, their elegant and imposing figures contrasting with the childishness of the situation.
Strax, for his part, was sitting in a nearby armchair, with an expression that oscillated between various things, but mainly amusement, his arms crossed as he watched the two women bicker with a fervor he would never have imagined.
"You have no right to interfere in my time with him, Daniela!" Cassandra exclaimed, her eyes blazing with fury. "I'm the eldest, and he's the one who chose to marry me! I have my rights!"
