Mira smiled as her gaze drifted to the intricately designed ceiling of the castle. The grandeur of the space was breathtaking, its ornate patterns and delicate carvings reflecting an elegance that seemed otherworldly. A sense of quiet awe filled her as she stood there, momentarily lost in the artistry that surrounded her. A soft smile lingered on her lips as Ella's voice brought her back to the present.
"Thank you so much for inviting me here," Ella said earnestly, her tone filled with warmth. "I know it might seem like my husband and yours don't get along—especially with how rarely they speak. But trust me, that's just how they are. Something must have happened between them in the past, but the fact that they even exchange words now shows there's no lingering animosity. It's just their way of interacting."
