บท 129: The Prince's Weakness

Eve narrowed her eyes at her reflection, studying the transformed face that stared back at her from the mirror. It was a visage completely different from her usual appearance—a mask of beauty and allure. But hidden beneath that facade, one could discern a sinister glint in her amber eyes, a darkness lurking within.

A slow, malicious smirk spread across Eve's face as she admired her reflection. The transformation had brought out a side of her she relished—the art of deception, the power it bestowed.

"I did not know you could smile like that," a voice broke the silence. Eve turned to face Lady Carmella, the woman responsible for her current appearance. Clad in an enchanting red dress that accentuated her curves, Carmella exuded a seductive aura with each step she took toward Eve.

Eve locked her gaze onto Carmella's, unyielding and calculating. "Too bad you were not able to dance with the Prince in this dress," Carmella remarked, her lips curling into a smirk.