“Lia! If you don’t come down in two minutes I’m not letting you go to Elia’s house after school!”

“I’ll come down in a minute! You don’t need to threaten me!” Ophelia yelled exasperatedly, her high-pitched voice echoing through the immense and empty house.

Ten minutes later, she came down the wooden staircase, strolling slowly as if her mother wasn’t waiting for her.
Her strawberry blonde hair was hurriedly pulled up into a messy bun, a few strands of baby hairs framing her ivory doll-like face. Her school uniform had been hastily thrown on, and her makeup looked like it had been done by a child, yet she still looked like an exquisite goddess. She wasn’t a goddess, but she was the daughter of a Cherubim, the second highest rank, right below