Irene’s gaze fixed on the woman before her. Irene’s eyebrows were raised. The woman remains unchanged from head to toe; if anything, it appears to have worsened.
The woman is dressed in a vibrant red tube blouse paired with sleek black shorts. The soul is nearly omitted from head to toe.
Margaux applied thick layers of makeup while inhaling the enticing aroma of fragrant perfume. Irene’s grip on the cutlery loosened, and it slipped from her fingers, clattering onto the floor. Her appetite vanished in an instant, overwhelmed by the presence of the woman before her.
Who allowed this woman to enter this estate? Who, indeed, granted permission for this woman to enter her modest dwelling? The estate belonged to her.
The twins themselves declared that everything within this estate belongs so
