Private room in the restaurant.
After ordering, only the people from both sides were left.
"Miss Allison, you are much more beautiful in person than in the photos," Nicholas complimented.
He had removed his gentleman's hat, revealing his graying hair.
Over a century old, he wore strong perfume attempting to mask, yet failing to cover, the scent of twilight years mixed with a hint of disinfectant, which was not very pleasant.
"Thank you for the compliment." Charlotte Allison maintained her composure.
Lord sat right beside Nicholas, his gaze at Charlotte Allison filled with undisguised admiration.
"Miss Allison has met my grandson Lord. I wonder what your impression of him is?" Nicholas asked, a rather nonsensical question.
"Not familiar," Charlotte replied flatly.
Not commenting on him was the greatest contempt.
