Two Faces Of A Vengeful Heiress
She asked, and Cecile nodded without hesitation.
“Then Calla would be heartbroken if we shoved her friends aside. I don’t mind receiving them.”
Cecile nodded with a smile. “Then I will make some snacks, okay?”
“Madam,” Yana the maid walked in with two girls behind her.
One was about 5’6” tall with blonde hair, dressed in a long skirt and top. She smiled at Luna and waved, “Hello, Calla, I am Laeticia.”
“And me,” the one with short blue hair stepped forward, “I am Mira. We know you don’t remember us, but we don’t mind. We promised to be there for each other, and a loss of memory won’t take that promise away.”