Annabelle Ainsworth?
Mr. Grant looked up, staring at her blankly.
Annabelle Ainsworth regarded him with a pleasant, elegant smile. "Mr. Grant, may I sit here?"
Only then did Mr. Grant snap back to his senses.
He looked at her coolly, his expression blank as he said, "Sit."
Annabelle Ainsworth sat down, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.
For a few minutes, the atmosphere was subtly awkward.
Mr. Grant watched her impassively, realizing she really did look like Annabelle Linton.
But their spirit was different.
Annabelle Linton was the kind of woman with a chill carved into her very bones; her charm was expressed through her eyes and the indifferent air about her.
But the woman before him was always smiling… much like Annabelle Linton before she had changed. Except, Annabelle Linton's smile had held a trace of shyness, while this woman's was poised and gracious.
A faint, dazed look crossed Mr. Grant's eyes.
