During this time living at Cooper Manor, the etiquette lessons from the family tutor were not in vain.
Stopping a few steps away, the once country wild girl now stood like a well-mannered lady, lightly lifting her skirt and curtseying to Gel.
"Uncle Gel, good day!"
Gel smiled warmly at her, nodding lightly, with none of the depth he had when hearing news from Heimer.
Then Angie turned to look at Aiven.
At this moment, Aiven couldn't care less about Angie's titles and ranks, as the young girl finally broke the etiquette of a lady, ran two steps, and rushed towards him.
"Teacher!" Angie's hands eagerly clutched Aiven's sleeves, her bright eyes narrowed with a smile, while her brown pupils radiated dazzling brilliance.
Click—
At this moment, Gel had quietly slipped away, closing the door, leaving the space for the two of them.
"Angie, come sit down."
