Chapter 147

Carpets so fine they swallowed even the sound of footsteps. Priceless paintings adorning the walls.

House Devereux was hardly lacking in wealth as a noble family either, but House Asheln's grandeur was clearly on another level entirely.

But more than any of that, what truly startled Shurin was Viola, seated right in front of her.

Sitting in the seat of honor, tipping her teacup with elegant poise, she looked as though that had always been her rightful place from the very start.

It's only been a year. How could a person possibly change this much?

The Viola in Shurin's memory had always kept her head bowed like a criminal, trembling as she read everyone else's moods—a poor, downtrodden thing.

But the woman in front of her now was different.

And it wasn't just the expensive dress or the dazzling jewels, either.

The relaxed, lowered gaze, the posture without a single…