Charlie, standing to the side, lowered his head slightly, trying hard to suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth. The Young Madam was only fifteen, and since she usually went without any makeup, her clear, otherworldly face made her look even younger.
Meanwhile, the "cousin" was already twenty years old. Anyone with eyes could see she had called Seraphina "older sister" on purpose. They just hadn't expected the Young Madam to respond so directly.
The smile on Roxanna's lips stiffened almost imperceptibly before she resumed her usual grin and broke the stalemate again. "In that case, little sister, what's your name? Why don't we be friends?"
A playful look on her beaming face did a good job of concealing her anger and embarrassment.
Seraphina Ashworth's clear eyes were like still water, the corners of her red lips curved in a non-smile. "I don't have an older sister. Miss, you'd best be careful with your words when calling someone 'little sister'."
