Abigail Green raised her rosy eyes and looked for answers on Brandon Piers' face.
Unfortunately, Brandon didn't give her the chance to look deeper. Watching Clark Stone's changing expressions, he said, "Since we'll be relatives, there's no need to be so formal."
With that, he directly sat in the central hall.
For a moment, Clark couldn't grasp the temper of this second young master. He could only agree, "Master Brandon is right. I came today primarily to have Abigail try on her custom wedding dress and see if there are any issues."
"Really? Then go ahead." Brandon finished speaking as Pullan brought him a cup of tea, which he elegantly sipped.
Clark was even more confused, his gaze falling on Abigail.
Abigail understood even less about this man's train of thought, yet her mood inexplicably improved.
Brandon, seeing everyone not moving, narrowed his eyes and glanced at Clark, "Go on."
