Ada stood in the doorway, her gaze locked on you. Her burgundy dress, with a hint of pink, clung to her body elegantly, accentuating her curves. Even now—clearly displeased and silent—she looked stunning, piercing you with her stare.

Word had reached her: you knew her secret. And Ada hated when her secrets were uncovered—especially in such a bold, reckless way.

– So… you know, huh?