"My child, My sweet George." A young beautiful woman with silk black hair and a pair of blue eyes walked down the imperial stairs. Her blue eyes curved as she happily stretched out her hands.
"No, Mother. We have a guest." George parried her hands away.
Mother? Elizabeth was in awe. The young woman looked no older than thirty. As she thought silently, she glanced up and her eyes met with a pair of blue ones. The young woman still had a bright smile on her face as she walked towards Elizabeth, she held her hands, "My son has never brought a woman home to me, I'm so happy to meet you." George's mother said still holding Elizabeth's hand.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I'm not-"
"You can call me Amelia."
"Ma'am-"
"It's Amelia."
"..."
"Come on now, dear. I'd show you to your room. George must have told you about the upcoming banquet. Haha, but it's just a family party, nothing big." Amelia chuckled.
