In Another's Shoes.

Crimson Surprise.

Chapter 33: (your pov)

I awoke the next morning to the harsh sound of curtains being pulled open, the blinding light of dawn flooding the room. My eyes struggled to adjust, and through the blur, I saw Lady Stark standing by the window, her figure framed by the morning light. She looked at me with a faded smile that held no warmth, only a cold detachment that sent a chill down my spine.

Y/n: Good morning.

I said.

Lady stark: Morning.

She replied, her voice as icy as her gaze.

I nodded groggily, my mind still reeling from the revelations of the previous night. Aaira's diary had left me with more questions than answers, and the unease I felt lingered as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

Lady Stark watched me with a critical eye as I stumbled toward the washroom.

Lady stark: Make sure to freshen up properly, You have much to learn and even more to prove. It's as if I'm teaching manners to baby Aaira again.

I did as she said, splashing my face with cold water in an attempt to shake off the remnants of sleep and the lingering fear. The reflection staring back at me in the mirror looked haunted, the green eyes that Aaira and I shared.

When I returned to the room, Lady Stark was waiting, her expression unreadable. She handed me a simple yet elegant dress, the fabric soft and flowing.

Lady stark: Put this on.

She ordered. Once I was dressed, she led me down the grand staircase to the dining room, where breakfast was already laid out. The room was as opulent as the rest of the mansion, with a large table set with fine china and silverware. The food looked delicious, but I had no appetite. Her father was sitting there too.

Her father exudes a confident and charismatic demeanor that is unmistakably his own. His face is marked by a well-groomed goatee, meticulously trimmed to enhance his angular jawline and strong chin.

His expressive eyes, often twinkling with a mix of intelligence and mischief, are framed by dark, arched eyebrows that accentuate his often skeptical and contemplative expressions.

His hair, dark brown with a touch of grey, is styled in a casually tousled manner, giving him a look that is both refined and effortlessly rich styling. His complexion is healthy, with a hint of a tan, overall he was old but handsome.

What the fuck I was saying ?

As I sat down at the breakfast table,The grandeur of the dining room seemed suffocating, the opulence of the surroundings only serving to highlight my own inadequacies.

I get to know scarlet returned to her house early in the morning, Lady Hwasa's arrival only added to the tension in the air. Her sharp gaze seemed to pierce through me, and I could feel her judgmental eyes boring into my soul. She wasted no time in launching into another round of criticism.

She threw her folk and knife on the table, right in front of her, while still looking at me.

Hwasa: Can't believe, After what happened yesterday, you have the audacity to come and sit here.

Y/n: Lady Hwasa.

Hwasa: I wish jungkook was here to see all these things you're, doing behind his back.