The next Grand Duke.

McManus.

I knew he looked familiar. So that was it—Fiacra was Fiona's older brother and the first in line for the grand dukedom.

But his appearance was strikingly different from Fiona’s. While there was some resemblance, the contrast was clear.

Fiona usually wore a calm, icy expression by default, but Fiacra had a peculiar smile that evoked a sense of unease, almost as if he were harboring something unsettling beneath it.

Their hair color was slightly different, too. Fiona’s hair shimmered with a pure silver tone, whereas Fiacra's was closer to white. Only the deep violet of their eyes was identical, inevitably bringing Fiona to mind.

“…When you say ‘that girl,’ you mean Fiona?”