Adriel was stunned because the daughter he expected to be spoiled had a solemn glaze in her eyes and she dressed with a very pure color, nothing bright and flashy except the diamonds glistening as accessories.
Her eyes were scrutinizing him like he was scrutinizing her, both eyeing each other. She had an aura of coldness surrounding her, resembling the woman next to her who Adriel recognized as the Duchess of Warrington. Her maturity was weird, he couldn't explain it but it was peculiar. It just seemed natural for her, like she was beyond her age despite only turning fifteen years old today.
