The Gilded Ultimatum

Cleo stood at the door, dumbstruck.

Standing before her was a woman dressed in an elegant dress full of exquisite embroideries. The lady didn’t look her age, which was a clear sign that she maintained herself well.

“Come on in.” Cleo hurriedly tied her own messy hair into a ponytail.

“Has Vaughn just left?” asked Vivienne.

Cleo nodded before immediately shaking her head. “I don’t know where he is.