Leviro’s Ball—
A ball named after the master of violin-making. Flutists called geniuses, blind violinists, and other renowned masters of music immerse themselves in a world of enraptured tones and melodies.
Just once a year.
Music-loving nobles cross seas and mountains to see the grand and beautiful orchestral performance in the imperial capital.
Wealth makes no difference in enjoying music.
This is a famous quote left by Leviro.
Basically, anyone can participate if they have an invitation or are accompanied by someone with an invitation.
Looking around, there are indeed a few people who are clearly not nobles. They must have splurged on dresses, their chests swelling with excitement for the ball about to start.
(How adorable. I must not forget the pure and innocent feelings of a maiden. I, Rosamiris of the Latiano Count family, am an adorable young lady engaged to Siegforten, the eldest son of a Duke. I cannot falter over such things if I am to stand by Sieg’s side.)
After looking over the gentlemen and ladies on the first floor from the box seats, Rosamiris turns around.
Her full-faced smile must have been very beautiful. A young lady who had been snickering, saying, “I accidentally spilt an expensive cocktail” until about five minutes ago, let out a thin, “Eek!”
Her name is Praizel.
With tight vertical waves in her chestnut hair and big eyes, she doesn’t have a title but one can tell she is a proper noble lady from her manners. As soon as she was led to the box seat, she introduced herself as Bianca’s best friend, took the welcome cocktail from the waiter, and came here.
Certainly, the dress is yellow, and the tastes seem to match.
Purposely bumping into and trying to splash a welcome cocktail in the face is very much like Bianca’s best friend.
After splashing the cocktail and dirtying my dress, Praizel threw a fruit knife at Rosamiris, who was completely unfazed.
If her dress is dirty, she can’t dance until she changes. Not being able to accompany her fiancé Siegforten as a partner at an important ball would be a stain on the Count’s family. In that case, Bianca, her sister, would have to take Rosamiris’s place.
Rosamiris: “You must have been bribed with money or something by some viscountess. Without a title or backing, you have no choice but to obey, right? But still, it’s not enough. Lady Bianca would never be discouraged by such a thing, and she never complained.”
Bianca Falbe Latiano, a young lady with golden hair, is always full of energy and bothers Rosamiris whenever she has time. Even after trying to splash tea on her, she kept challenging her. She put a whoopee cushion on the chair to embarrass her in front of her parents (well, she noticed it beforehand and switched it with Bianca’s pillow), and put a bunch of bugs in her bath (well, she wasn’t scared of bugs anymore so she scooped them out carefully and let them out).
Rosamiris: “She can’t walk straight with just two books on her head, her back is somehow curved, and her dancing is utterly hopeless. I was speechless that she could aim to be Sieg’s fiancée in that state.
”Praizel: “What… are you talking about? You must hate Bianca too, for trying to steal your precious fiancé!”
Rosamiris: “That’s right. How coincidental, you feel the same way, don’t you?”
Praizel: “Without Lady Charlotte, I wouldn’t bother being friends with such a girl. She’s selfish, arrogant, and it’s embarrassing to even call her a friend…!”
Rosamiris: “Really? You don’t seem to hate her that much.”
Praizel: “What did you say?”
Rosamiris: “She has many annoying traits. She gets angry when she’s in a bad mood, she’s too fond of herself, a selfish and arrogant person.”
Praizel: “Then why?”
Rosamiris: “She told me. ‘If I become Sieg’s fiancée, I can be rich. Then my mother will smile like she used to.’ Even though she goes pale with fear in front of Sieg, she was desperately practising dancing to push me aside and dance with Sieg in my stead.”
Rosamiris was deeply moved when she heard this story during a date with Sieg in town.
Truly a selfish but straightforward young lady.
Even though she knows she’ll be glared at with a shrewd face by Sieg.
Rosamiris doesn’t know why Sieg glares at Bianca with such a scary face, but Bianca is doing her best for her mother Charlotte.
Everyone has the same desire to be happy.
Just as Rosamiris wants to escape from the curse and lead a peaceful everyday life.
Rosamiris: “If, as a result, she tries to push people down, well, I wouldn’t like it if it was me being pushed down. I am prepared to push Lady Bianca down to grasp my own happiness.”
—
Rosamiris: “This milky white dress was one of my favourites, but I can’t possibly dance in it now that it’s stained.”
I had anticipated that the dress might get dirty, so I had Nina bring several spare dresses with her. My maid is very competent. With Nina’s help, I should be able to change and be ready before the entrance.
Rosamiris: “Lady Praizel. I mean no offence, but my father and mother will be joining us in the box seats shortly, so please, would you kindly leave.”
Praizel: “The Count and Countess are coming here!?”
My dress is stained, and my hand is cut open from where the knife struck.
What would my parents think of this situation?
Without a doubt, I, Rosamiris, would be seen as the victim, and Praizel the perpetrator.
Praizel: “…Ex-excuse me.”
Rosamiris: “Please, enjoy the ball.”
Praizel must have realized she was in a tight spot, as she hurriedly left. It’s good that she’s being honest. There’s no need to report to my parents until after the ball. After what just happened, I doubt she would dare to approach me again.
Nina, who arrived to replace Praizel, had wide eyes as she asked, “Is there a crisis!?” but seemed disappointed that there was no blood-soaked battlefield of love and hatred that she was so eagerly looking for. Nina, who is accustomed to reading various romance novels, laughed heartily, saying, “Women are scary, aren’t they? Even though I am a woman too.” I adore this side of Nina’s personality.
After I moved to change my dress, my father, Count Lordstea, and my mother, Lischen, appeared.
I had a partition set up, which caused Count Lordstea to be surprised.
Lordstea: “What’s the matter? Did you take too long to change clothes?”
Rosamiris: “Yes, but I’m alright now.”
I had Nina move the partition and bowed to my parents.
My father, with his silver hair slicked back in an all-back style, was a former warrior. Even in his forties, his body showed no signs of decline. Holding onto his arm was my mother, looking at me with a gentle expression.
Mother Lischen had her black hair beautifully tied up, showing her forehead which she usually keeps hidden. She has a calm demeanor and speaks slowly, which makes her seem like she lacks a sense of urgency, but in reality, she has a more audacious character than my father. Despite having no physical strength, she once jumped into a burning mansion to save a friend and ended up being saved by my father, Lordstea. She is a woman who left behind such a legend.
My parents, looking at me in my dress, which was black as mourning attire, opened their mouths in astonishment.
Lordstea: “Do you want to attend a funeral?”
Rosamiris: “Oh, father! That’s rather rude. Black is a color that highlights a woman’s mysterious charm. And look at this necklace on my chest. Doesn’t it stand out and shine brilliantly?”
Lordstea: “That is indeed the gift from Lord Siegforten…”
My father seemed to have realized something as he intensified his gaze.
He then turned his back, saying, “Don’t be late.”
(Oh, fathers are always so stubborn, no matter the era. It’s not like it’s a wedding, so what’s the big deal if his daughter wears a gift from a man to a ball?)
My mother, Lischen, who was left behind, silently looked at Rosamiris.
After a while —
Lischen: “About Bianca…”
Rosamiris: “Yes. As her sister, I am supporting her to become a proper lady worthy of the Count’s family.”
Lischen: “I am not worried since it’s you, Rosa… However, whenever I see that girl, I can’t help but be reminded of Lady Roseline from the past.”
It seemed that Lischen and Bianca’s mother, Charlotte were roommates during their boarding school days.
They were very close at that time and continued to keep in touch.
However, now, there hasn’t been a single reply to the letters Lischen has been sending to Charlotte.
Rosamiris: “Mother.”
Lischen: “Yes?”
Rosamiris“I will act according to my own judgment.”
—
Bianca was pacing nervously near the entrance of the venue.
Her azure-coloured hair was neatly tied up, and she wore a dress in her favourite shade of yellow.
Bianca, known for her assertiveness and confidence, was a late bloomer who only made her debutante half a year ago. Due to her unusually tall stature compared to her peers, she was often mistaken for a more experienced young lady in social gatherings.
Her mother, Charlotte, was infamous in high society as a spendthrift. Moreover, the numerous rumours about her bullying lesser-ranked ladies did not help, and as a result, hardly anyone approached Bianca willingly. The first part of Charlotte’s plan to stain Rosamiris’ dress had miserably failed, and Bianca was left without a partner to accompany her.
(Well, it’s my own fault for foiling my mother’s plan!!)
Had she been a timid girl, cowering in the corner of the room, Bianca would have long ago proclaimed herself as a Countess’ daughter.
She could have caused an embarrassing scene in front of her adoptive parents and made them realize that Bianca was indeed a refined lady.
However, that didn’t happen.
Instead of crying, she was faced with a smile and told, “I have come for revenge.” Bianca’s carefully plotted “bullying” was effortlessly dodged and before she knew it, her dance lesson hours had increased by five.
Day after day after day, she was chased around with a riding whip, and unknowingly, she had acquired the manners of a young lady. It was truly astonishing. Had she been able to execute such a graceful curtsy before? She couldn’t believe the hysterically screaming Charlotte had raised Bianca to this level.
(So today, Bianca will rebel just a little against her mother! Rebellion phase, long live the rebellion phase!!)
— But still, the fact remained that Bianca was alone and free.
Well, Lord Siegforten was handsome, but he glared with an intense expression, and he was quite intimidating. She wished to be pampered by someone kinder, so she was relieved that he wasn’t the one accompanying her.
Bianca: “Why does that girl have the courage that I don’t have!! She could at least lend me a little bit of it!! Isn’t it normal for a thirteen-year-old to cry when her dress gets stained!? Why is she still smiling, this mentally invincible woman!!”
It had become a routine for her to bite her handkerchief and shout “Grrrr!” in frustration.
While Rosamiris was chatting amiably with Lord Siegforten, Bianca didn’t even have the courage to enter the venue, let alone insert herself between Rosamiris and Siegforten. She could only watch from the sidelines.
Bianca: “Sigh, this is enough. There’s no point in me being here today. I’m leaving.”
There was a second part to the plan to bring down Rosamiris, but knowing that girl, she would probably destroy any obstacles with a smile on her face. Watching that would only leave her with a drool-covered handkerchief.
As Bianca turned on her heels to leave, she bumped hard into someone.
The impact made her fall on her behind.
She thought it was the worst thing after the worst and was about to shout “What the hell!!” when a gentle hand reached out to her.
Roland: “I apologize, are you alright?”
Rosamiris: “Huh? Did Lady Bianca leave the venue with a timid but kind-hearted young man?”
Nina: “Yes, yes! Upon closer inspection, it was Lord Roland, the third son of Marquis Luloren!”
Rosamiris: “Oh, I see… I remember, he has a meek personality and has been bullied since childhood, but he has a deep love for painting. I saw one of his paintings once, and it was very beautiful.”
Rosamiris, who had returned to her room for a touch-up, was talking excitedly with Nina, who was applying makeup.
Indeed, the impression of the young man named Roland was that of an honest person with freckles around his nose. His talent for painting was truly remarkable, and he seemed to aspire to become a painter in the future.
So Bianca had left the venue in good spirits with such a young man…
Rosamiris: “Hehehehehe.”
Nina: “Lady Rosamiris, you’re grinning from ear to ear.”
Rosamiris: “What are you talking about, Nina? You’re also buzzing with excitement because you sense a great romance.”
Nina: “If possible, I would like to peep right now and use this as material for my next romance novel. The story of a mean-spirited viscount’s daughter falling in love with a kind-hearted young man.”
Rosamiris: “And then, her heart gradually becoming pure.”
Nina: “That’s exactly right.”
“Hehehehehe.”
Both of them burst into laughter.
In the midst of their amusement, the bell chimed, indicating the second half of the ball. The orchestra’s music filled the room, and the attendees began to dance. The main focus was now on the hosts of the ball, Siegforten, the eldest son of the Duke of Londinia who owned the Leviros violin, and his fiancée, Rosamiris.
The real challenge begins here.
Charlotte had noticed that Rosamiris had changed her dress.
Therefore, she would likely initiate the next phase of her plan to bring down Rosamiris. Since Bianca, her daughter, seemed unaware of this second phase, Charlotte would have to rely on her ability to improvise.
Once Rosamiris had finished freshening up, she reentered the venue with Siegforten.
Seigforten: “What’s the matter? You look much happier than before.”
Rosamiris: “Hehe. A bit of good fortune has come my way. I will inform you once it’s certain.”
Seigforten: “Is that so?”
Bianca had left Siegforten and was falling in love with another man. This was wonderful news for Rosamiris. She had always planned to set Bianca up in an arranged marriage, but it was certainly better for Bianca to take action on her own rather than being forced by others.
This was a significant deviation from the original sixth route. If things continued this way, avoiding the broken engagement event wouldn’t be just a dream.
She wanted to eliminate at least one potential trigger for the “Decay” curse.
Rosamiris: “But more importantly, why did you, Lord Siegforten, also change into a black outfit? Your shirt is completely black, and your tie is deep crimson.”
Seigforten: “Who would have thought my pure white fiancée would wear a pitch-black dress? I chose white to match you when you were in white. If you wear black, I will also wear black.”
Rosamiris: “You’re strange.”
She chuckled, and just then, the rhythm of the orchestra changed.
It was time for the dance they had practised over and over again.
Seigforten: “Lady Rosamiris, may I have your hand?”
All the gentlemen and ladies in the venue were looking at Rosamiris and Siegforten standing in the middle.
Today’s stars were these two.
The beautiful countess’s daughter with black hair and blue eyes, and the Duke’s son, known as the Golden Canary.
Seigforten: “Would you care to dance a song with me?”
Rosamiris: “Yes, I would be delighted.”
—
Over there, the daughter of that woman is dancing joyfully with her fiancé.
Her lacquer-black hair is lustrous, and her sapphire eyes, which seem to know no misfortune, shine so brightly it is maddening. The resemblance to her mother, Lischen, nauseates me and my jealousy, which I have held back for so long, threatens to go berserk.
Back in the day, things between Lischen and me were somewhat amicable.
During our boarding school days, Lischen, who was academically excellent and hailed as a paragon of ladylike behaviour, was my roommate. I, on the other hand, was renowned for my beauty. Our personalities were polar opposites, and we were known as the inseparable duo that appeared least likely to get along.
But, that was in the past—
After graduating from boarding school and getting married to the current Viscount, the gap between Lischen and me widened. Lischen seemed so happy building a family, while my husband, despite his gentle appearance, was a philanderer. Being strong-willed and having high pride, I could not possibly get close to such a husband, and our marriage was full of quarrels and stress.
(Today it all ends. I will make that woman’s daughter embarrass herself in front of the Duke’s family. I will ensure the engagement is broken off and have my darling daughter, Bianca, take her place… Surely, seeing her daughter’s heart shattered will twist that woman’s face in agony.)
Lord Siegforten’s unexpected infatuation with Rosamiris was unforeseen. He wouldn’t leave her side for a moment, and his presence is now nothing but an obstacle, especially after the failure of the first phase of my plan.
Furthermore, I can’t find my daughter Bianca, who should be at the venue.
Why? Today should have been about my darling daughter Bianca, not that girl!
Nothing is going as planned. My irritation is incessant.
After a while, I finally hear the voice I have been eagerly awaiting.
“Lady Rosamiris, Lord Siegforten, you both seem to be in high spirits.”
A young lady bows respectfully.
She is another useful pawn that I have bribed.
Among the nobles, there are those who live in poverty, unbefitting their status. Flash the title of Viscount and dangle money, and they move quite easily.
I smirk behind my fan and eagerly await the moment when that girl will be embarrassed and receive cold stares from her fiancé.
“The dance earlier was truly splendid.”
“Thank you.”
“Yes.”
“By the way, I have heard that Lady Rosamiris is highly proficient at playing the piano. Could you please grace us with a performance here?”
“Huh?”
Rosamiris looks perplexed, and Siegforten frowns, shielding her.
Seigforten: “We have professional musicians here today. I have never heard that Lady Rosamiris is skilled at the piano, and even if she were, it would be disrespectful to play in front of them.”
“No, it’s not a lie! Lady Rosamiris herself said she can play the piano better than any ordinary orchestra musician…!”
The young lady raises her voice so loudly that the surrounding people begin to pay attention.
Seigforten: “…Rosa, she is saying this, but is it true?”
Rosamiris: “No, Lord Sieg, I would never say such an audacious thing. My piano playing is merely a hobby and not at all suitable for performing in front of professionals…!”
Baffanoa: “I, too, have heard rumours of Lady Rosamiris’s skills.”
“Lord Baffanoa!”
Suddenly appearing is a man with a bushy beard and a greasy appearance.
He is known as a legendary accompanist but hasn’t touched the piano at all today. “I only play the piano when my heart is stirred,” he always says. Until just now, he was in his room indulging in what he called meditation but was actually a nap, and had only just arrived after Rosamiris and Siegforten’s dance.
Grinning, Baffanoa steps in front of Rosamiris and the others.
Baffanoa: “Allow me to make a request as well. Wouldn’t you, Lord Siegforten, like to hear the splendid music of Lady Rosamiris, who is whispered to be the Princess of the Black Butterfly?”
“Our purpose today is to dance, not to play the piano,” Lord Siegforten responds sternly.
A sense of menace settles in his deep green eyes, causing both Lady Rosamiris and Baffanoa to gasp audibly in surprise.
But Baffanoa is not one to back down so easily. His stubbornness is well-known.
“Young man, don’t get carried away,” he mutters under his breath.
“Did you say something?” Lord Siegforten asks sharply.
Baffanoa: “Ah, not at all. But what a shame it would be. The great maestro Leviros, who organized this ball, would be saddened for sure. Music is meant to move people. I, for one, would love for Lady Rosamiris to reveal her hidden talents to everyone. What say you all?”
As Baffanoa addresses the surrounding audience, actors secretly paid by Charlotte respond eagerly, “We would love to hear her play!” A wave of excitement spreads through the crowd, and the pressure mounts, far too great for Lord Siegforten to quell on his own.
(How disgraceful for a Count’s daughter. To be expected to play the piano when she cannot, she must be trembling in fear.)
Charlotte smirks behind her fan.
This was all her doing.
Though Charlotte cannot see Rosamillis’s face from her position, she’s sure she must be shaking with terror. After all, there’s no way Rosamiris can play the piano. She hasn’t heard it from her directly, but it’s impossible that she could perform well enough to satisfy professional musicians and a discerning audience.
Rosamiris now has two options.
Either she insists that she cannot play the piano, in which case Baffanoa will be the one embarrassed for believing false rumours. The Duke’s family, who owns Leviros’s violin and is close to many musicians, would never let this pass.
Or the other option—
“Very well. Please understand that my performance is not something one would typically share with others. If you find it lacking, feel free to laugh,” Lady Rosamillis concedes.
This must mean Charlotte’s victory is certain.
“Modesty becomes you. I am very much looking forward to this,” Baffanoa adds with a sleazy smile, urging her toward the piano.
Charlottes leans forward eagerly, anticipating the moment of Rosamiris’s humiliation.
Rosamiris: “Excuse me, then.”
Lady Rosamillis places her hands on the keyboard.
After a moment’s pause, it happens.
(What… what is this…!?)
Music flows from the piano.
But it’s not the childish and clumsy performance Charlotte had expected. She had not anticipated this smooth, beautiful, and elegant melody.
“What… This can’t be…!”
Baffanoa is equally stunned.
It’s impossible that this is the work of an amateur. This level of skill takes at least ten, no, twenty years of dedication to achieve.
“This is… trickery…!”
But Baffanoa’s words are drowned out by the audience, whose faces are enraptured.
“So wonderful…”
“I know. I thought it wouldn’t be much when I heard she could play the piano.”
“So Lady Rosamiris is not just beautiful, but also an accomplished pianist.”
“I’ve become a fan of Lady Rosamiris!”
“Me too, me too!!”
The reason Lady Rosamiris could perform such a piece is that she genuinely has over twenty years of experience playing the piano. In her first through fourth reincarnations as royalty, playing the piano was an essential part of a princess’s education. Of course, if she wished, she could also play the violin and flute, as she had been tormented by memories of those nights.
Even though her past lives ended tragically due to a curse, in this, her seventh life, the skills are alive and well.
Rosamiris: “I apologize for the unsightly performance. Thank you, everyone. With this, my performance comes to an end.”
As Lady Rosamiris’s performance concludes, the hall fills with thunderous applause.
—
As the performance comes to an end, the audience gathers around Miss Rosamiris, lavishing her with praises and referring to her as “The Princess of the Black Butterfly”. Among them are influential individuals from music-related guilds and companies, ardently scouting her. With skills like hers, she could easily fill a concert hall at a moment’s notice.
Baffanoa watches the scene with a bitter expression.
(Why, why, why…?! How can this young lady…?!)
Baffanoa was once heralded as a remarkable accompanist, but that was forty years ago.
At that time, he was a mere boy. Being able to play the piano at such a young age earned him admiration. His moderate talent and fortuitous luck led people to hail him as a “genius”.
However, that did not last long.
People began to realize that Baffanoa wasn’t as talented as they thought. Fearful of the truth coming out, Baffanoa hadn’t touched the piano since then. He continued to put on airs, clinging to his past glory and spouting high-sounding talk.
As he spoke of the past, people would revere him and flock to him for piano lessons.
He swindled money from the gullible by giving random lessons and brushed off those who wanted to become his disciples with vague excuses. Gradually, his reputation grew despite lacking real skill.
Baffanoa couldn’t help but feel jealousy towards those with true talent, despite his own lack of effort.
(The daughter of Lady Charlotte was to be the fiancée of the House of the Duke of Londinia. Then, the Leviros violin would have been mine…! All ruined by that young lady’s performance!)
Honestly, Baffanoa didn’t understand the value of the violin.
But he was sure it could be sold for a high price. With the added wealth, he could live a life of luxury until his death as an honorary noble. That was why he had collaborated with Lady Charlotte.
(That woman…!)
As expected, Lady Charlotte was dumbfounded, sitting on the floor in disbelief.
Lady Charlotte was once celebrated for her beauty.
Though her former beauty had faded, she was just the right companion for Baffanoa’s leisure. There was something satisfying about being with a woman in her late thirties.
Her physical and mental health had deteriorated due to stress from her marriage, making her a convenient puppet for Baffanoa.
With a little money and by tickling her fallen pride, she would easily move at his beck and call. Her status as the daughter of a viscount was perfect for making a fortune selling counterfeit instruments. But now that the plan has failed, that woman, who had pestered him for a large sum of money, was nothing but a nuisance.
(And she will have to be dealt with. But first, I must get out of here…!)
The Duke of Londinia’s household had been imploring Baffanoa to play the piano at the ball for several weeks. Baffanoa, who had adamantly refused, knew they must be harbouring suspicions.
(Especially Lord Siegforten! That man is trouble. He may have uncovered the many misdeeds I’ve committed up to now!)
While the audience’s attention is focused on Miss Rosamiris, Baffanoa begins to move discreetly.
He slips through the beautiful rose garden, intent on getting as far away as possible.
Before he’s caught in the green-eyed gaze of the Duke!
“Eek!”
Because he was not paying attention, Baffanoa accidentally knocked a young lady into a fountain.
Clicking his tongue, he was about to pass by, muttering, “Out of the way!” when a sharp pain shot through his toes.
Baffanoa: “Argh!?”
Bianca: “To ignore a young countess after exposing her to the cold night water, how heartless can you be?”
Baffanoa: “W-Why is Miss Bianca here!?”
He thought she was out of sight, but here she was. Alongside her stood an unfamiliar man, but Buffanoa had no time to care about that.
Baffanoa: “Damn! A mere daughter of a viscount dares to step on my foot! I’ll deal with her later! Women should be submissive dogs, bowing their heads to men!”
As Baffanoa started to run, suddenly in front of him…
“Please wait, Lord Buffanoa. The heir to the House of Londinia, Lord Seigforten, would like a word with you.”
Illuminated by the moonlight, his golden, canary-like hair shimmered faintly.
Baffanoa: “Lo-Lord Seigforten! …Erm, what is it? I just remembered an urgent matter and was about to head home.”
Seigforten: “I had intended to remain silent until the ball was over. After all, many were eagerly awaiting your piano performance at the ball.”
Baffanoa: “W-What are you talking about!? My piano skills are one-of-a-kind. I do not simply showcase them to…”
Baffanoa was then presented with a sheet of paper.
Baffanoa: “Wh-What’s this scrap of paper…”
Seigforten: “It’s a lawsuit against you, Mr Buffanoa Rootbliss. The ‘golden eggs’ who have been swindled by you have united to take legal action. Additionally, there are reports from women claiming assault, and charges of fraud for selling counterfeit musical instruments as genuine…”
Baffanoa: “Th-This single piece of paper…!”
Baffanoa snatched the paper from Seigforten and tore it to shreds.
Seigforten: “By now, the Knights’ Order is likely conducting a forced search of your mansion. Who knows what evidence of the crimes you have committed might surface.”
“Wh-what…!”
Baffanoa’s knees gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.
“My perfect life…”
“Yes, I knew it was you.”
Bianca, with wet bangs clinging to her face, glared menacingly at Buffanoa.
Bianca: “You exploited my frail mother, only to discard her afterwards! You will pay for laying your hands on her… my dear mother!”
With dance moves that Rosamiris had taught her, Bianca delivered a fierce kick to Baffanoa’s groin.
Baffanoa crumpled to the ground, writhing and screaming in agony from the powerful blow.
