One of the girls stood out with her elegant, almost regal vibe. She held a stunning peacock-feathered fan and wore a gorgeous peacock-blue Gothic Lolita dress. Her features were delicate, and she hadn’t put on any makeup, yet she looked effortlessly pure and innocent—like a fairytale princess who never stepped into the real world.
The other girl beside her was decent-looking, but next to the graceful Lolita, she looked more like a side character than the lead.
The guy with them had a soft, clean-cut look. His short hair framed a cold, expressionless face—the kind of guy who gave off major “don’t mess with me” vibes.
The trio brushed past Cassandra and stepped into the elevator. As the doors slid shut again, the girl who looked less graceful sneered, “Ms. Sloane, that girl’s the
