The moment Luna Victoria called Maria's name and questioned the gown she was wearing, Maria felt her heart skip a beat. Trouble was clearly brewing.
She stood frozen for a moment, then quickly composed herself, determined not to fall into panic.
Taking a deep breath, she turned slowly toward Luna Victoria, forcing a questioning expression to mask her growing anxiety.
"Yes, I mean this dress looks exactly like the one your mother wore to the coronation of your father, the late Alpha Jackson... How did you get it?" Luna Victoria asked again, her eyes narrowing, the tone of her voice more demanding.
Maria's thoughts raced. She needed a convincing answer. One that would protect Mr. Frederick and herself.
"Of course, I know it's my mother's gown," Maria replied smoothly, forcing a gentle smile. "I'm wearing it intentionally today. She told me about the dress, and I thought it would be a way to honor her memory—and Bernard too."
