The next morning, a soft breeze fluttered through the sheer curtains, letting warm sunlight spill into the room.
Charlotte got up and washed her face. Even without any makeup, her skin was smooth and fair, her features so delicate that she practically glowed.
She finished getting ready and headed downstairs.
“Good morning, Ms. Main.”
“Good morning.” Charlotte smiled politely and went straight to the dining table. She sat down and glanced at the empty seat across from her, her brows drawing together for a moment.
“Anthony isn’t down yet?”
Helen hurried to explain, “Anthony’s usually up early. He probably worked late last night, so he’s sleeping in today.”
“Oh.”
Charlotte pressed her lips together, picking at the shell of her egg, but she didn’t really feel like eating anymore.
Just as Helen finished, footsteps echoed from the direction of the spiral staircase.
“Good morning, Anthony,” a maid greeted respectfully.
Charlotte lifted her gaze as Anthony came into view. He wore a light gray suit that looked sharp but relaxed, and his hair was neatly styled. The sunlight caught his features, showing off his tall frame and that flawless, almost unreal face.
One of the maids whispered, “Wow, Anthony looks so handsome today.”
Another chimed in, “He usually goes for dark colors, but this lighter outfit makes him look even more elegant.”
“Doesn’t he look so much younger like this?”
“Please, Anthony’s never looked old. He just keeps getting more attractive.”
Charlotte found herself staring at him, an egg still in her hand, completely distracted.
Anthony noticed and walked over, tapping the table in front of her. “Lottie, why are you staring at me like that?”


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