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 Rosalynn,” she stated

features. Under her composed exterior, irritation simmered. Rosalynn’s disregard for her

been a Moreno, would she have bothered conversing with her? Hell

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unexpected sight of Tilda, perched upon a chair, altered Ivy’s

Her presence was puzzling.

company of

some friends,” Rosalynn

Tilda, Lyndon’s gaze

“Miss Larson?”

strained smile, Tilda excused herself, “Pardon me, Rosalynn, Karina. I have to

hasty, her foot colliding with a nearby

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