On the screen, the girl was strikingly beautiful.
Unlike the typical darker complexion of the Mileage people, her skin was fair and delicate.
Her eyes and brows bore an uncanny
resemblance to Carie Ann's.
Even without the photograph, it was clear the two shared a blood relation.
Camilla's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a quiet relief settling in her chest.
*At least this wasn't all for nothing.*
Meanwhile, the woman exhaled softly as she watched her younger sister, now dressed beautifully, looking even more adorable than before.
When her gaze shifted back to Camilla, surprise and admiration flickered in her eyes.
This woman—someone capable of mobilizing such influence, addressed as "Madam"—was as stunning as she was.
* The moment Carie Ann saw the woman, her delicate, snow-like face lit up with disbelief.
The girl finally tore her eyes away from Camilla and spoke gently, "Carie Ann, it's your sister."
*So they were sisters.*
