Late at night, after the banquet ended.I thought that "rebellious" declaration would bring down severe punishment on us.But Ethan held my hand, leading me through the long corridor hung with portraits of past patriarchs, to a mahogany door deep in the manor.That was the sitting room of the Rothschild family's true matriarch—Ethan's grandmother."Don't be afraid."Ethan squeezed my cold fingers, his gaze firm."If she doesn't accept you, we'll go back to Bordeaux and never return."The door opened.It wasn't the oppressive inquisition I had imagined.The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly. A silver-haired elderly lady sat in a velvet armchair, flipping through an art book.It was my portfolio.Hearing our footsteps, she slowly raised her head.Those eyes, weathered by time yet still wise and sharp, looked exactly like Ethan's."Grandmother." Ethan bowed slightly, his posture respectful, yet he still guarded me closely.The old lady ignored her grandson, her gaze landing strai
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