"Dylan Wellington, you..." Skye Brown instinctively called out the other's name.
She wanted to ask Dylan Wellington how he was here when he was supposed to be on a blind date, but then she remembered there were others present.
The words caught in her throat.
Her gaze swept across the woman sitting opposite Dylan Wellington, the quick glance from before hadn't registered, and Skye Brown now realized that the woman had an exceptionally gentle and beautiful face, looking very much like a soft and delicate woman.
Yet because of her cultivated demeanor, there was also a hint of grace and grandiosity in her gentleness and charm.
She was just the kind of girl high society especially adored.
Gentle and tender towards husbands, relying on them like a little bird.
Yet able to maintain the grace and nobility of the aristocracy externally.
It turned out Dylan Wellington really was on a blind date, and with this gentle and poised young lady.
