Chapter 6 - Celeste’s Panic"This is absurd!" Celeste shrieked, breaking the heavy silence as she pushed her way through the paralyzed crowd, her gold dress rustling aggressively. "Adrian, what are you doing? Pay attention to me! This common servant and her brat are pulling some ridiculous stunt to steal money and attention!"
Adrian didn't even turn his head to look at her. His hand rose in a sharp, dismissive gesture that commanded absolute silence. "Shut your mouth, Celeste," he commanded, his voice cold enough to freeze fire.
Celeste recoiled as if she had been slapped, her face turning crimson with public humiliation. "You're humiliating me over a maid? Look at them! They don't belong in this room!"
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"They belong here far more than you ever did," Adrian replied quietly, turning his full attention back to me and Lucia, who had finished her dance and run back to wrap her arms around my waist.
The elderly matriarch—Eleanor Vale—stepped forward past Adrian. Her hands shook as she reached out toward Lucia, her eyes brimming with tears of undeniable recognition. The resemblance in the delicate tilt of the chin and the precise posture of the dance was undeniable.
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