The first time Vanitas had seen Karina in over a year was only a few months ago, during Franz's wedding. At the time, he had thought he was losing his mind, convinced that his anxiety was playing tricks on him and making him see things that weren't really there.
But seeing her now left no room for doubt. She was taller than he remembered. Her once disheveled hair, due to overtime work, now flowed into beautiful waves.
And atop her head was a military cap, completing the picture of someone who had changed far more than just her appearance.
It was clear Karina had been very, very busy.
"Karina! I told you to wait in the guest lobby!"
"Apologies, Admiral!" Karina motioned into a salute. "But I've come with a report!"
"Report?" Iridelle repeated, her brows scrunching ogether. "Aside from that, how dare you be rude to the Marquess?"
"…."
