Amalia's heart pounded in her chest, and the hand near the doorframe suddenly felt warm.
Even if Livia's true identity was Astrid, at this moment, she still wished the other was here.
Turning her head slightly to the left, Amalia soon saw the room's interior. A stunning woman with golden hair and a white dress sat at the desk, quietly writing with a quill.
The silence was so profound that even the faintest sound would be audible. Amalia stood still, her Blue eyes filled with conflict.
It really was Livia... not Astrid...
Facing the sister she had once been closest to in a state of full awareness, Amalia didn't know what to do.
Astrid was like a thorn between them. Even if she didn't consciously think about it, she couldn't help but recall the other's true identity.
The hugs and kisses had all been from Astrid. The one-way transformation potion had only created an illusion; it hadn't altered reality.
