Anastasia’s POV
“Madame Amelia, je voudrais demander la permission de courtiser votre petite-fille. (Madam Amelia, I would like to ask for permission to court your granddaughter.)"
My eyes widened in shock.
“Anastasia is at the right age to decide. But still thank you for asking permission for me, you have my respect. We’ll be leaving you two so you could talk privately.” Grandma explained briefly. While Aunt Marca tapped my back.
I was still stunned, if I’m not mistaken on my translation, he was asking permission from Grandma to court me. This isn’t happening right now.
“Tasia?” I was taken aback when Luca called me.
I heaved a deep sigh.
“Please take a seat,” I uttered.
“This is for you.” He muttered and handed me the bouquet of tulips and chocolates, I took it. I’m not the type
