Yvonne's keen eyes were observing the one standing before her and hence she had noticed how this person's shoulders flinched the moment she had uttered the name.
'So I was right.' She exclaimed as her mind had not failed her.
The flinch she had witnessed, proved that she had hit the nail on the mark and her speculation was right.
The lady standing before her seemed too familiar to Yvonne earlier and when she had forced her brain to remember whether they had met each other in the past, she had found her answers.
The daughter of the gardener who worked in the Summer estate of their St. Claire fief had somehow transformed into the daughter of a Baron hailing from the South who had come here today to make her debut into nobility.
She did not know how this young girl had turned out to be someone of noble birth but she knew that she had not recognized the wrong person.
