The Heiress of the Eastern Duke Family, Rafine Austin

On the balcony of the main hall, Nolan stood beside a young woman in a red gown.

She was tall, with flawless proportions—her bust, waist, and hips harmoniously balanced, as if sculpted by the hands of goddesses.

Her golden-yellow hair was styled in a half-up, half-down fashion, enhancing her graceful and serene appearance.

Her light green eyes radiated innocence, yet hidden within was a sharpness—like a wolf disguised in sheep's clothing.

Unfortunately, her perfect beauty was partially concealed by the half-mask she wore.

She stood around 1.7 meters tall—considered quite tall for a woman—but even so, the top of her head barely reached Nolan's chin.

"So," Nolan said, leaning his arm on the balcony railing before turning to her with a curious look. "Who are you? And why did you call me here?"