The next day, Rivana stared at herself in the mirror. She wore a sleek, tailored suit that made her look both classy and casual. The dark fabric hugged her curves perfectly, and the white blouse underneath added a touch of elegance. Azrael had an urgent meeting and hadn't returned home since the previous evening, leaving Rivana to spend the night reading through the letter.
She picked up the letter from the dressing table and read it again, her eyes fixing on the lines:
[They didn't treat you well so don't go easy on them. Remember what all you went through in Faye mansion, what all I knew but still ignored when I was alive. They don't deserve your kindness, not your mother.]