"Li Vera, Liszt, greetings."
Angela Sapphire exhibited a noble-like smile, brimming with the grace of a lady. She appeared to be about twenty-one, fair-skinned, attractive, and well-rounded—not the epitome of beauty, but she certainly conformed to Liszt's aesthetic preferences.
Moreover, her tone and demeanor were the epitome of elegance.
It was hard to believe that this was the same person alleged to be the infamous socialite known for her openness, or rather, licentiousness. Of course, judging by appearances is wrong, and Liszt didn't let any of his thoughts show.
After exchanging greetings with the myriad of noble young women, he sat next to Aunt Melinda, not wishing to become the center of attention. He spoke little, allowing his sister, Li Vera, to quickly engage with the ladies. He simply exchanged pleasantries with Meioubao.
The cousin was in a state of excitement, constantly glancing over at Angela while talking.
Eager to join in the conversation.
