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The grand doors of the estate opened slowly, and in stepped Lady Oriana, flanked by two tall guards dressed in dark uniforms. Her presence filled the hallway the moment she entered. She was graceful and commanding, her steps confident, her eyes sharp.
Calista, who had been standing near the staircase, immediately rushed forward the moment she caught sight of the royal crest on the car and the long velvet coat draped across Oriana's shoulders. She lowered her head quickly, bowing deeply with practiced elegance.
"Lady Oriana," Calista said sweetly, her voice soft and respectful. "Welcome."
Oriana stopped in front of her and looked down without saying a word. Her expression was unreadable. The silence stretched for a few seconds, just long enough to make Calista's heartbeat quicken.
Finally, Oriana spoke.
"Rise."
