One by one, Lyndon presented the women to Rosalynn, all distinguished figures from Skrix society.

She greeted each with a courteous nod and a practiced smile.

However, upon meeting the last woman’s gaze, her smile faded slightly.

It was Ivy Larson.

The memory of their last uncomfortable encounter lingered in Rosalynn’s mind.

Caught off guard by Rosalynn’s status as a Moreno, Ivy’s face bore a tinge of awkwardness.

“Miss Moreno,” she greeted.

can refer to me as

exterior, irritation simmered. Rosalynn’s disregard for her goodwill hadn’t

a Moreno, would she

E L A ‘s L I B R

Tilda, perched upon a

Her presence was puzzling.

the company

some

Lyndon’s gaze

“Miss Larson?”

her glasses with a strained smile, Tilda excused herself, “Pardon

departure was hasty, her foot

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