"Uncle?"
Kiara's eyes widened as she stared at Eston, her face a picture of hurt and betrayal.
"You're actually taking her side?!"
"Kiara, I'm not taking sides," Eston sighed inwardly, though his expression remained stern.
"Don't forget," he lowered his voice slightly, a subtle warning threading through his tone.
"Today's banquet was specially arranged for your birthday by Her Highness your mother.
And it was her decision to invite this guest."
Aiston left the rest unsaid, but Kiara understood perfectly.
If she made a scene in front of everyone and openly confronted this woman named Camilla, she would ruin the entire celebration.
Her mother would undoubtedly blame her for it. Kiara clenched her jaw, her lips pressed into a thin, furious line.
Though resentment burned in her eyes, she held her tongue out of deference to Grand Princess Luna.
Still, her glare remained fixed on Camilla, sharp as a blade.
