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... turned to a regal woman standing at the head of the room, her presence commanding as much attention as her daughter's. This was Lady Isolde, Leona's mother, a striking figure known for her poise and elegance. Her long, dark hair was streaked with silver, and her emerald-green eyes mirrored Leona's, though they carried a wisdom and sharpness born of years of leadership.

Raising her glass, Lady Isolde began with a voice as smooth as silk, yet carrying the weight of authority. "Honored gues ...

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