Meanwhile, back at the Ashford Mansion, Victoria sat quietly beside her maid...no, more like a sister whom she had grown up with since childhood. Both women wore rejuvenating face masks on their faces while their legs were dipped into large porcelain bowls filled with warm, perfumed water. A blend of floral-scented soaps and oils had been mixed in, creating a fragrant, relaxing aroma. All of this was part of their beauty ritual meant to soften the legs and soothe the nerves.
"That fool actually escaped the grasp of Alpha Auren," Mirabel hissed, her voice low but venomous, as hatred clouded her tone. Her agitation caused the edges of her face mask to peel away. She ripped it off altogether in frustration, crumpling the sheet in her fist. "She used me as a scapegoat. That little bitch made a complete fool out of me."
