"I heard my sister is home?" Emily's voice rang through the grand foyer, the usual smooth, confident voice with a hint of playfulness that carried easily through the hall.
Emily isn't just an ordinary noblewoman, and everyone knew it since the first time they saw her. She carried herself like someone who didn't need permission to exist, shoulders squared, chin lifted, eyes bright with a quiet, knowing fire.
Her hair, a vivid shade of turquoise-blue, shimmered under the golden light that streamed through the tall windows, the color catching like sea glass under the sun. It framed her face in soft, rebellious waves that made her look both wild and graceful, a contradiction wrapped in nobility.
Her blue eyes scanned the room. Now, she's officially the Baroness Campbell; it's almost like a burden, but it's something she has to do from a long time ago. There's nothing delicate about her beauty; it came from years of survival and protecting little sister, Haley.
