Ariana

Concern for Estella gnawed at me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that my sister, Seraphina, held a crucial piece of the puzzle. With a hushed request, I motioned for her to step outside the room, needing to discuss the matter privately.

As the door closed behind us, Seraphina's cheerful smile seemed out of place. She leaned against the wall nonchalantly, her eyes locking onto mine. "Worried about your dear friend, Ariana?"

I crossed my arms, my gaze unwavering. "You know something, Seraphina. Tell me."

Her laughter danced in the air, a chilling contrast to the gravity of the situation. "Oh, Ariana, you always were a curious one. Very...