But I clearly don't know anyone from the Carter Family.
"Is this Miss Miller? So beautiful, with a graceful figure and such a lively spirit, no wonder she is so talented." Old Madam Carter greeted me, her first words full of praise.
I was astonished, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the compliment.
Although I have been praised as a beauty since childhood and often mesmerized by my reflection, I am somewhat narcissistic.
But a family like the Carters must be used to seeing stunning beauties, and they still find me pretty?
It must be that the old madam is well-cultured and emotionally intelligent.
Seeing my daze, Butler Cross gently reminded me, "This is the old madam."
I immediately smiled and nodded, "Hello, Old Madam Carter, thank you for the compliment."
"Yes, and your voice is lovely too."
"..." I blushed from the praise and could only reciprocate politely, "Actually, I shouldn't call you old madam, your appearance and demeanor are not at all associated with age."
