AVELINE A rush of panic surged though me as I rummaged through my meager possesisons, trying to determine what else is essential for my journey. The sun will rise soon, and with it, I would thrust into an uncertain future at the Duke's estate. I grabbed a few simple clothes—dresses that had been gifts from my mother, though they never fit me—hoping that they might serve me well in my new life. As I folded them, my mind was racing with the thoughts of what lay ahead. Would Duke Edric be as fearsome as they said? Would I be treated with the arrogance I had come to expect? Or is this my chance to redefine myself, prove my worth in a world where I had always been overlooked

I glanced out the small window, the horizon beginning to glow with the first hints of dawan. It was a bittersweet moment; this is the last moment I would gaze upon the manor that had both sheltered and imprisoned me. I felt a pang of sadness but quickly steeled my resolve.

As I finished my packing, I take a deep breath and close my eyes, focusing on my hidden magic. I need to remind myself that of the strength I possessed, thie potential that lay dormand within me. This journey would require more than just physical preparation; I need to be mentally fortifief, ready to face whatever challenged awaited me. _______________________________________________________

MEANWHILE......

In the heart of the manor, Emilia's bedroom was luxury and elegance, a stark contrast to Aveline's humbleattic room. The walls were adorned by rich tapestries, and the delicate curtains fluttered softly in breeze, casting gentle patterns of light across the plush, golden carpet. A lavish four-poster bed draped in silks stood as the centerpiece, surrounded by exquisite furniture that spoke of their family's wealth and status.

Viscountess Diana entered the room, her presence commanding yet warm as she approached her beloved daughter, who lounged on a velvet chaise, a contented smile playing on her lips. "Emilia, my dear," the viscountess began, settling at the edge of the chaise beside her daughter. "How do you feel about Aveline's departure?"

A flicker of satisfaction crossed Emilia's face, and she turned to her mother with a gleam in her eye. 'I'm happy that Aveline is finally gone," she replied, her voice light and airy. "It feels like a weight has been lifted from our family. We're finally free of her presence— rid of her." Viscountess Diana nodded in agreement, her expression filled with a mix of pride and snobbery. "Indeed, Aveline has always been a disgrace to our family," she affirmed, her tone dripping with condescension. "You, my dear, are tru jewel of our house. You've captured everyone's attention with your beauty and grace."

Emilia beamed at her mother's praise, soaking validation. She had always thrived in the spotlight, her every move srutinized and celebrated, while Aveline remained a shadow in the background. The thought of her sister's absence filled her with a sense of relief and liberation.