The woman wore a black velvet long dress, over which was a white gemstone vest. On the hem of the dress, there were scattered ivory-colored plant and flower patterns. Her black hair was tied into an elegant, voluminous noblewoman's high bun, covered by a pearl-studded white hairnet.
"Are you Lady Isabella?" Although the situation seemed quite clear, Bartlett still asked confirmatively.
"What do you think? Young man, Isabella is not some celebrity, just a widow who lost her husband. Why would anyone impersonate her?" She elegantly poured a cup of red tea by herself. Then, she added a small piece of sugar and a bit of cloves to the tea, and pushed the cup to Bartlett, "Who do you think I am? A disguised shapeshifter? Or someone trying to pry into the secrets of your letter?"
"No, I just..." The aura and words from this woman made Bartlett unable to parry.
He never knew how to deal with women.
