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At her son's admission, Charlotte's eyes widened in horror. It was true that she was a tad more lenient on her children than her husband was, but she was still devoted to their way of living. She wanted her children to have love of their own one day but only with people she and her husband approved of - and Dante didn't seem to be that sort of gentleman she wanted for her son. She knew that time had moved on and the gentlemen of her time were long gone, but she still held out hope that one would cross through into their home and her son would fall in love and lose all desire for travel.
Dante, with his occupation, was the last man she wanted her son to fall for.
Nervously tugging him through to a spare room to avoid his father overhearing, she took a deep breath once safely inside, wringing her hands together. "You... can't be serious, Rembrandt. I... no, this is... a practical joke, isn't it? You're teasing me, surely?"
Dante, with his occupation, was the last man she wanted her son to fall for.
Nervously tugging him through to a spare room to avoid his father overhearing, she took a deep breath once safely inside, wringing her hands together. "You... can't be serious, Rembrandt. I... no, this is... a practical joke, isn't it? You're teasing me, surely?"