Chapter 67 A Battle Of Wills

• Evangelina sat quietly in her room, gazing out the window at the sprawling gardens beyond. The morning sun cast a warm, golden glow over the estate, but her thoughts were anything but serene. The unease from her last encounter with Lydia lingered like a shadow, and though she tried to brush it off, a sense of dread crept into her heart. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. She wouldn't let anyone intimidate her.
• A sharp knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She stood, opening it to find Lydia standing there, dressed impeccably in a dark emerald dress that seemed to mirror the intensity in her eyes. Her smile was polite but held a glint of something colder.
• "Good morning, Evangelina," Lydia said, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."