Jeslyn stood near the staircase, dressed in a white gown. Her black hair framed her face, accentuating her exceptional beauty.

Jeslyn gazed eagerly at Jessie, her hand resting on the handrail.

The expression on Jeslyn's face made Jessie feel as though she had wronged her in some way.

However, that was not the case.

Jeslyn had been quite fierce previously, even more so than Kiana.