The maids continued admiring Javier from a distance, their eyes sparkling with dreamy fascination. But the moment the grand door of the manor creaked open, they scrambled to grab their brooms and baskets, pretending to be hard at work while stealing glances toward the entrance.
Delya stepped out gracefully, her movements soft and unhurried. She hugged her chocolate jar close to her chest, wearing a simple yet elegant purple dress that flowed around her like water. The fabric was light and airy, with a slightly puffy skirt that swayed gently with each step, revealing glimpses of her pale, porcelain skin.
Her small feet were adorned with delicate strap heels, each step light and graceful. Her slender fingers curled around the jar, her full lips curved into a gentle, dreamy smile, and her beautiful face was framed by her soft features, with two small, elegant horns peeking through her hair.
