Chapter 24

The chimes echoed inside the house.

They were immediately greeted by the Blackthorns’ stoic maid, a severe-looking woman with gray hair pulled back into a tight bun.

She took their coats without a word and ushered them inside with a curt nod, her expression never changing.

The lady of the house materialized moments after entering the grand foyer, seeming as tasteful and graceful as Emmeline had remembered.

Yuna was a vision of understated wealth and taste, the kind of effortless sophistication Emmeline could only dream of achieving.

She was impeccably dressed in a sky-blue silk blouse adorned with delicate fringe details along the sleeves and hem.

The floaty fabric was tucked crisply into a high-waisted white pencil skirt that hugged her slim figure, accentuating her tall frame. Her silvery blonde hair was swept up into an artfully tousled updo, secured with what looked like antique pearl hairpins.

Her makeup was applied with a masterful han