"There you are!" Julian saw the figure standing at the door and recognized Seraphina Ashworth's back in a single glance.
Seeing Julian's rare smile, everyone grew curious about who the person at the door was.
Seraphina Ashworth's steps faltered. A hint of resignation flashed in her clear eyes. 'Great,' she thought, 'now I can't leave even if I want to.'
When the figure at the door turned around, everyone was stunned. The look of sheer amazement in their eyes lingered for a long time. One woman in particular, upon seeing Seraphina's face, had her eyes practically overflow with jealousy.
"Seraphina, come in, quickly!" Miranda's somber face instantly broke into a smile when she saw Seraphina, and she beckoned to her affectionately.
Seraphina walked in, unhurried, holding a box in one hand. The people gathered in the living room instinctively parted to make way for her as she approached. This, presumably, was what they called "presence."
