Mia sat on the sofa in the villa, waiting quietly.
Ann approached and served her a cup of coffee, politely and respectfully saying, "Miss Collins, thank you for waiting. Mr. Scott and Mrs. Scott are in the garden; I've informed them."
Mia had a small, delicate face with bright, lively eyes, curled lashes, and skin as translucent as water, forming very striking features.
The Chanel earrings she wore and the latest Hermes bag beside her made it clear she was a pampered young lady, but there was no hint of arrogance about her. In fact, without these luxury items, she appeared to be an ordinary young girl, with a simple princess hairstyle and a white chiffon dress, a familiar look among young women today, devoid of ostentation.
But Mia's demeanor was excellent. With her fair skin and beauty, combined with her unassuming, reserved personality, she was like a quiet, elegant orchid in a secluded valley.
Mia nodded politely to Ann, her clear, pleasant voice soft. "Thank you."
