Scarface initially wanted to dismiss her as someone from a "small place" with limited knowledge.
But seeing her composed and confident demeanor, he couldn’t help but second-guess himself.
Regardless of what others thought, if Mr.Cromwell acknowledged her, then she was legitimate—end of story.
Scarface reassured himself with this thought.
Amelia remained as poised as ever, her refined presence standing out, but she showed no interest in discussing Mr. Cromwell.
"We’re here." Scarface lifted his heels slightly to get a better look. "As expected, there's a queue."
The crowd was sizable. The line of appointments stretched from inside the store all the way out onto the street.
The storefront had a traditional aesthetic, filled with an array of antique treasures.
A man walked out holding
