Pushing away the strange thoughts in her mind, Charlotte relaxed against the seat, her two smooth, shapely legs naturally pressed together as her hand gently smoothed her skirt.
"Just knowing Little Astr cares is enough to make me happy."
She was of the same generation as Astrid's mother, how could she still be competing for attention with the younger generation? It would probably be laughed at if others found out.
Hearing Charlotte's words, Astrid gently, casually fixing a few stray strands of the woman's hair. Her crimson eyes drew close to Charlotte's porcelain-white neck, her long, curved lashes like delicate brushes, faintly tickling the soft skin.
"From what Lady Charlotte said, it seems you don't really want to spend time with me after all."
"Then how about changing it to just coming by on Saturdays?"
The girl's cool, melodious voice echoed through the room, like a nightingale's soft song in the forest.
