Ignacio opened his mouth to retort, his red eyes blazing with fury, but before he could say another word, a soft voice interrupted the tense exchange.
"Lady Luzia, it is a pleasure to finally meet you."
A young nobleman stepped forward, his presence gentle but commanding. His platinum blonde hair shimmered under the light, a striking contrast to his lavender eyes, which held a quiet wisdom. The boy was dressed in an elegant, yet understated ensemble befitting his status, his demeanor polite and composed, as though he were accustomed to handling situations just like this.
Luzia's gaze shifted to him, her mind racing. Platinum blonde hair, soft lavender eyes? she thought, recognition dawning. That is Isidro de Salazar, the second male lead!
Ignacio, still bristling with anger, paused at the interruption. He glared at Isidro, but the young noble's calm presence seemed to deflate the air around him, as if the tension itself were melting.