Heading back to Hesso's mansion, Misha couldn't help but fall into a bit of a daze. The closer she got there, the more she felt that this new 'mission' was real.
She raised her palms, staring at it for a while as she felt her ability seep through a bit. It seemed weak and powerless, but it had allowed her to survive and retain her dignity after so long.
Her ability was related to her love of scents.
Misha had always loved flowers growing up.
She had always found them so beautiful and graceful, yet strong and resilient. It was a mirror to the type of lady she wanted to be.
This was what she needed to be considering she had to survive in high society as well as the adjusting operations of her family, who had once operated in the underground sector.
She had known her family's dark history—of course, she would—and she also knew of its attempt to clean up. In that aspect, she and her mother were pivotal.
