Catarina Claes - My Next Life As A Villainess

Catarina's Heart Blooms: From Garden Bliss to Passionate Revelation and a Loving Embrace

The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the meticulously manicured gardens of the Stuart estate, painting the vibrant petals of roses and lilies in hues of fire and velvet. Catarina Claes, still dressed in a relatively simple, yet elegant, summer gown of soft azure, found herself drawn to the quietest, most secluded corner-a small, ornate gazebo wreathed in fragrant jasmine. Her short, unruly hair, a characteristic tousle of chestnut, seemed to catch the dying light, forming a halo around her often-scheming, yet equally often-oblivious, head.