บท 68: The Racetrack

Rosina grumbled as she walked out of her room, fully dressed for the horse race. She waited below the living room for Felissa to finish preparing herself.

Draco disapproved of her killing Dona since she was needed to clear the case.

Felissa came out after a few minutes in haste. She wore an extravagant orange dress that looked tacky like she was going to a ball.

"You're here," Rosina stated and stared at Felissa's figure while trying her best not to roast her looks. "You look... orange."

"Thank you, Lady Rosina. You look gorgeous," Felissa stated politely and twirled around as her gown spread like a balloon.

"Let's go before we're late for the event," Rosina kindly smiled before walking away. She glanced at Fina, bowing at the back. Somehow, she wasn't comfortable in her presence.