"Miss! Seventh Miss! I've finally found you!"
Manager Monroe, with his strong New York accent, was so excited that his beer belly jiggled with every word.
Amelia turned to look at him. He was dressed in an expensive suit, not tall but exuding a businesslike air.
She didn’t recognize him from her circle.
Amelia raised her hand to grab her bag, her brow slightly furrowed, "You’ve mistaken me for someone else."
"Mis... mistaken?" Manager Monroe repeated her words in a deflated tone. Seeing how outstanding this young woman was—her striking looks and elegant demeanor—he had mistaken her for the Seventh Miss he was supposed to pick up.
Now, looking back, he realized how foolish he had been.
The information from River County hadn’t mentioned anything about the Seventh Miss being a doctor
