So, as long as I keep wearing red, your anger grows more, Victoria thought, a tiny, ruthless smile ghosting her lips. Good. I'm ready for whatever madness you've planned.
A tall young man stepped into the grand living room, his black tailored suit fitted perfectly across his broad shoulders.
His hair was a silky black, combed neatly back. His piercing blue eyes carried both pride and coldness. Most striking of all was the long scar slashing down his face from the corner of his right eye, across his cheek, to the edge of his lips. It did not lessen his handsomeness but instead deepened his aura of intimidation.
Beside him stood a young woman dressed in a short, sleek black gown that accentuated her graceful frame. Blonde curls fell down her shoulders. Her bright smile softened her sharp features, making her appear radiant.
"Greetings, Aunt. It's so good to see you again," the two siblings chorused in unison, their voices respectful as they bowed deeply before Mrs. Ashford.
