Javier and Liana were still frozen in shock, their eyes darting between the elegant woman and Gloria.
"Hmm? Young master? Liana?" Gloria tilted her head slightly, her warm smile never fading. "This is Mrs. Errinette. Head of all the Armand maids. Don't tell me you both didn't recognize her."
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!?"
Their voices echoed through the courtyard as both reacted in disbelief.
Liana, still struggling against the enchanted vines, stared at the woman who had effortlessly stopped her attacks. This… this is the same Mrs. Errinette?
Javier, still rubbing the sore spot where she had slapped him, felt his brain shutting down. He had seen Errinette many times at the estate. But that Errinette was—
Old.
Serious.
Strict.
This one was stunningly beautiful, her sharp, youthful features radiating confidence and power.
His mind refused to process it.
Javier's mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. Then closed.
