Agnes stepped inside.
Sunlight fell across her face, revealing that she no longer wore her veil. Her full features showed clearly now, a warm, healthy color replacing the pale shade from last night.
The change made her look even more alive, a stark contrast to the fear and tension that had filled this place last night
In addition, the way her dark hair framed her cheeks drew my gaze, effortless and impossible to ignore.
Her lips held a soft purple tint, perfectly matching the color of her eyes, which were shaded by long, delicate lashes whenever she blinked.
"Congratulations on your full recovery," she said, her voice calm and warmer than before. Even her smile was different—gentler.
For a moment, I wondered if she had some kind of bipolar disorder—the contrast was just too much.
Elizabeth jumped to her feet and bowed several times.
"Thank you! Thank you so much, Madam Agnes." Her words came out between soft sobs. "Remus can go back to his normal life now."
