With her eyes slightly narrowed, the woman enjoyed the early autumn morning. The weather was a bit chilly, but the warm sunshine on her body felt wonderfully comforting.
Her lips, painted with pink lipstick, curled into a subtle smile. Her gaze was alluring, and she wore a vintage silk robe. In this moment, Hannah appeared both elegant and poised.
She had been here for over a year now.
A faint smile graced Hannah's face. She knew her skills had sharpened, and once she became fully powerful, she would reclaim everything that was rightfully hers, striking back tooth for tooth.
At that moment, four maids paused in their tasks. "Miss Liliana, your nails are finished. What color nail polish would you like?"
Hannah lazily glanced over as one of the maids respectfully and carefully presented a tray for her to choose from.
With a sweet smile, Hannah said, "I like red. It's like blood, and it excites me."
