Barbara sat across from Kristie in her room, soft rays filtering through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the wooden table. The atmosphere felt almost celebratory as they marked Barbara's newfound freedom from the Reylson family—a family she had long considered a façade.
After receiving a warning from her father, she had reached out to Kristie, fearing that he would force her into a marriage she did not want. With Kristie's royal connections, she had managed to secure the official statement of separation in just a few days.
It's a true perk of knowing someone from the royal family!
With a trembling gaze, Barbara fixed her eyes on the document resting on the table. "This is it," she said, her voice steady yet tinged with bittersweet emotions. "I'm no longer part of the Reylson family."
