When Samantha and Ivan stepped into the house, they were ushered to take their seats on the old couch. Samantha glanced at Ivan whose gaze lingered around the structure of the home, and she wasn't surprised by his mindful bearing since he lived in a Palace that could not be compared to this. Although the house was relatively small, it didn't appear indecent.
"You're Samantha? As in, Samantha Dufort?" Amanda, who was yet to snap out of her daze, stepped forward to confirm what she just heard. Her memories of Samantha were vague, but from the green eyes, the hair color, why hadn't she noticed the similarity sooner? That means, she didn't hand the letter to some amiable stranger at the Courtesan house but to Mr Dufort's daughter herself!
