Vivianne hated it whenever she saw Genevieve and Valdemar; their tortures and how they used her in the past can't be forgiven by a simple apology. And she definitely saw the hatred that simmers in Genevieve's eyes.
She never blamed Genevieve for hating her, because she knew what her father did to her was never unfair. Theobald de Rothschild, the late count of Rothschild, has never truly loved Genevieve and keeps her because his family never agreed for him to marry the commoner woman, moreover a Gypsy woman.
Zara Tanner wasn't an ordinary omega; she was a storm given flesh, a gypsy enchantress whose beauty defied the ages. Her hair, though pale as freshly fallen snow, flowed in thick, silken waves down her back, a crown of moonlight that glimmered beneath the sun. But it is her eyes, unearthly and gleaming violet, that arrested any man's soul. They held the wildness of untamed forests, the whispers of forgotten spirits, and the secret knowing of beasts and winds alike.
