A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Chapter 259 "Are you Silas's wife?" Yara asked with a curious glint in her eyes as she sized Calliope up. "You do look good, but being good-looking doesn't automatically mean you're right for him."

Standing to the side, Yara pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one for herself, and lit it. Then she offered one to Uriah.

He took it, and Yara extended the pack to Calliope.

"Don't bother. Callie doesn't..." Uriah said, but Calliope had already taken a cigarette before he could finish his sentence.

Uriah blinked in surprise and asked quietly, "You smoke?"

Calliope glanced at the cigarette in her hand. "Smoking's bad for your health," she remarked but leaned forward to light it when Yara offered her a light. She took a drag, her movements smooth and practiced, unlike someone unfamiliar with smoking.

Uriah was shocked. Calliope had always looked gentle and innocent, not the type you'd picture with a cigarette. He'd assumed she was the kind of person who'd wrinkle her nose at the smell of smoke.

an ease that suggested experience. It was as if she had transformed from a sweet little rabbit into a cunning, beautiful fox. No wonder Silas was in love

smoking was the least of the vices. It was a useful skill- to blend in, to

openly wore her strength and reputation, Calliope hid hers

she was the woman Silas chose to protect. It didn't seem like Silas's usual way.

about Calliope. The rumors painted her as someone overlooked

particularly skilled

where's my husband?"

exhaling a puff

heard he's

you'd only release

Is that true?"

"Yes," Yara nodded.