Candice was momentarily stunned.
This plump madam really could switch topics on a whim—just now she was reminiscing about the past, and now she was trying to figure out Candice’s identity?
Still, from what she said… she must have mistaken her for some wealthy heiress.
“Madam, it’s a masquerade ball—mystery is part of the fun,” Candice said with a charming smile. “So I’m afraid I can’t answer your question.”
As she spoke, Beatrice couldn't help but study her face more closely.
Though the mask covered her eyes and half her nose, her lips and jawline were visible. That profile—so much like Rosie. No… even more beautiful than Rosie.
Her voice was soft and graceful, her posture poised. Beatrice regretted not knowing her identity immediately.
Maybe my son would like a girl like this... Ma
