"Sorry, I meant just Felicia! You can simply call me Felicia," she clarified.
Pascoe remained silent, observing Felicia standing before him. "Umm... Can I come in?" she inquired.
"Of course! Welcome!" Pascoe responded warmly. Felicia took a seat on one of the chairs. Without hesitation, Pascoe hurried back to inform Rodion about Felicia's arrival.
"Master Rodion! A beautiful woman has just entered!" he exclaimed.
Jack also peeked out, adding, "Indeed, how strange."
Rodion offered a cautionary whisper to Pascoe, "It's probably a noble; be careful with your manners."
"NOBLES?!" Pascoe couldn't contain his surprise, while Jack had already suspected as much. Despite Felicia donning peasant attire, her hair and face exuded a cleanliness and grooming that belied a noble origin. Furthermore, a delicate fragrance of expensive soap lingered around her – a luxury beyond the reach of common folk.
