Miss Vosloda did not immediately respond to Ash's question. She cut one-sixth of the molten lava cake with her knife and fork and stuffed it into her mouth, the overflowing cream smudged on the corners of her mouth, just like a child.
Today, she draped a black velvet shawl over her shoulders, wore black knitted fingerless gloves, and beneath her navy blue coat was a skirt. Her small handbag was placed on the table. She looked every bit like a noble girl out to enjoy the snow, exuding an effortless grace in her every move. A slight lack of elegance only served to highlight her unrestrained charm and innocence.
Ash wasn't surprised, after all, she was never raised as a lady. Eight years ago, she was still the 'playboy' Felix. When Ash first saw her on the train, she was being chased by a gang as the second son of a noble... Back then, Ash didn't even know she was a girl.
