In the Ramsy Estate, Elina sat on a chair, expression thoughtful. "Aria… what do you think of that Du Pont guy?"
Aria's hands paused in their gentle massage. She blinked. "You mean Emile? The boy who came here before?" Her lips curved faintly. "I liked him. He was a sweet boy."
Elina had closed her eyes, enjoying her daughter's massage. "Yeah. Emile was such a cute boy, totally the opposite of Micah. But I am not talking about him." Her eyes opened, narrowing slightly when she glanced at Aria. "I mean the patriarch."
Aria schooled her features, trying not to flinch under her mother's gaze. "The patriarch? Oh, you mean Emile's Uncle. I don't see a problem. He seemed the kind every girl would wish for, mature and reliable."
Elina sat up straight, glaring at her daughter. "What? Don't tell me you've fallen for him, as well?"
