Marsh Smith hadn't had a chance to speak.
Amelia Wright coldly shook off Marsh Smith's hand, "Young Master Smith, please have some self-respect."
Seeing Amelia so beautiful, Marsh had an urge to hide her away so no one else could see her.
But in such a public setting, Marsh knew it was best to keep his thoughts to himself.
He would need to find a chance for a private conversation later.
Amelia seemed oblivious to what Marsh was thinking and walked toward the main hall, ignoring him.
Upon her entrance, she instantly became the center of attention at the venue.
Even without mentioning her prestigious background, her sheer beauty was enough.
It seemed she looked more stunning with every meeting.
Amelia, unfazed by everyone's stares, found a seat by the edge and sat down.
Amelia now possessed more than just beauty.
First place at the national traditional painting exhibition.
Design director at Cloudglow.
