But before she could finish her sentence, Catherine Carter shook her head.
"That...?"
The lady was puzzled after hearing this.
Still not understanding, she smiled faintly and said, "I can assure you that the man is handsome, not some chubby ugly fellow. And his status is high. You won't be disappointed after marrying him…"
This is the kind of inside joke high society ladies share, complaining that arranged marriages are like playing a lottery: if you're lucky, you won't end up with someone ugly.
From her perspective, this match was the cream of the crop.
But Catherine didn't see it that way and countered, "So, Mother, are you trying to say that he's a 'prince'?"
The lady looked surprised: "You...guessed that?"
