"Good afternoon," Edgar said as soon as he entered the room. He gave Wilma a quick look over to see the type of person she was. He noticed her holding Alessandra's hand and Alessandra giving him a look as if warning him to be nice. He was always nice so he didn't see the need for the warning. "It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Cromwell," he held out his hand to greet her.
Wilma covered her mouth with her hand as she took in the beautiful sight of Alessandra's charming husband. He certainly was the son of Edmund Collins and the grandson of Theodore Collins who was a hot topic in her youth. It must be inevitable for all of the men of this family to be handsome.
"Pardon my manners," she snapped out of her trance and stood to shake his hands. "It is nice to meet you too, Duke Collins."
