Christina Armstrong seemed to want to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she ended up saying nothing at all.
Some things are the same whether you speak of them or not.
Halfway through the meal, the matchmaker arrived.
With a smile, the matchmaker greeted, "Big sister Beatrice."
Sabrina Sabir put down her chopsticks and looked at the matchmaker with a smile, "Sherry is here."
The matchmaker nodded, her gaze falling on Christina across from her, "Big sister Beatrice, is this your daughter?"
"Yes," Sabrina Sabir said with a smile: "This is my daughter, Christina Armstrong."
Christina didn't quite like the way the matchmaker was looking at her.
There was scrutiny and calculation.
As if she were appraising merchandise.
All in all, it made one uncomfortable.
There was a look of surprise in the matchmaker's eyes.
Beatrice Black's daughter was prettier than she appeared in the photos.
But...
Her skin left something to be desired.
