"Sisters!"
Fiona ran excitedly toward Iris, Stella, and Charlotte, who were standing on the balcony.
She threw her arms around Iris and rubbed her cheek affectionately against her sister's.
But Iris didn't respond. Her body was stiff, and her gaze was fixed on Arshley, who stood at the door, watching them with a gentle expression.
Several seconds passed before Iris finally snapped out of her daze. She turned to Fiona, her face pale with shock.
"You… you…" She broke free from Fiona's embrace and grabbed her shoulders. "What do you think you're doing!? How can Saint Arshley be here?"
Beside her, Stella and Charlotte also looked panicked. They stared at Fiona, their eyes full of questions and disbelief.
They never imagined Fiona would show up with Arshley—let alone bring her to meet them!
Wasn't that essentially breaking the rules their mother had set?
Of course, Fiona noticed their unease—but she remained calm, a cheerful smile still on her lips.
