Prisca's POV
“Heavens… who are you?”
I heard an unfamiliar female voice behind me when I am about to enter the house. I turn my head at once.
An elegant woman with light hair and hazel eyes is staring at me. Her round, wide eyes darted from my head to my toes as if she is witnessing something she has never seen.
No wonder! The splendid mud embellishment on you already attracting attention, Prisca!
Even though I wanted to speak, the only thing I could do was stare at the lady in front of me. My throat was dry to the extent that I couldn’t find a single word.
“Your grace,” Mr Blake’s respectful voice reached to my ears.
Mr Blake and Mrs Harrison appeared from the side of the staircase, which is connected to the facade. Are they coming from the front garden?
I noticed there is a youn
