The next day…
Ada appeared in the mirror's reflection with the same naturalness as a mirage—silent, ethereal, and dangerous. The sound of her footsteps was almost nonexistent, but the atmosphere around her seemed to change when she entered.
Vergil, adjusting his tie, looked up and saw her reflected behind him. For an instant, time simply stopped.
The fabric of her dress was a mix of deep wine and antique gold, worked with floral embroidery that seemed alive, breathing under the soft light coming through the window. The cut left part of her back exposed—pale, smooth skin, marked by delicate tattoos of flowers and golden lines that seemed to move as she breathed. The contrast between the warm tone of the outfit and the almost lunar coolness of her skin created something hypnotic.
