Sister, look at him!

Chapter 378 When the Rose Withers

"My dear, you must grow up happily and safely..."

The woman's face had long since blurred, but those crying violet eyes were deeply imprinted in Carol's mind.

She was suddenly awakened from her sleep. The continuous feeling of falling made her body shake violently. When she was about to slide off the seat, a pair of strong hands held her arms.

After she opened her eyes and took a closer look at the situation, she realized that a young and handsome gentleman had entered her carriage at some point.

"Excuse me." The gentleman with flaxen golden brown hair tactfully let go of Carol's arm.

Carol smiled apologetically, "I am sorry for being rude."

The two naturally exchanged names and started talking.

From the man's self-introduction, Carol learned that his name was Charles, he was a doctor, a native of London, who had been away from home to study some time ago and had just returned.

"My aunt wrote to invite me to London." Carol also introduced herself in a soft voice. Her grandfather was an earl, a title inherited from her ancestors. She grew up in her grandfather's country manor.

Now that she had grown up, she was forced to come to London as the social season in London arrived, and her aunt, Mrs. Perry, was very important in London and could be said to be the godmother of every young girl.

With a "woohoo" sound, the train pulled into the station. Carol adjusted her skirt and politely said goodbye to Charles.

"It's cold and damp in early spring in London. If you don't mind, you can put on my coat."

As he said this, Charles was about to take off his coat.

Carol hurriedly stopped him, and after some thanks she walked out of the car with her suitcase.

Mrs. Perry came to the train station to pick her up in person. In the luxurious and exquisite carriage, the lady was dressed gorgeously yet elegantly. She had bright golden curly hair and a pair of violet eyes.

She has a beautiful appearance. Although she is over 40 years old, time seems to be particularly kind to her. Not only has it not left any wrinkles on her, but it has also added a bit of charm to her.

Carol recognized her aunt at a glance. She walked up to her and greeted her softly, "Aunt."

Her attitude was not enthusiastic, but she was not distant either. This was normal, as her impression of Mrs. Perry was still that of her childhood.

Mrs. Perry married a nobleman in France. After her husband died, she came to London with the huge inheritance she inherited.

Carol had met her only a few times.

George, who was driving the carriage, jumped out, swiftly took Carol's luggage and put it away, then helped her into the carriage.

The carriage quickly drove away from the train station and arrived in front of a magnificent and exquisite building.

"Get off, dear, we're home." Mrs. Perry got off the carriage gracefully. She was so graceful and lithe, and her walk was pleasing to the eye. Carol couldn't help but stare at her in a daze.

"Cough." Seeing that Carol didn't move, Mrs. Perry had to cough lightly to remind her.

Carol came back to her senses and immediately imitated Mrs. Perry, got out of the carriage gracefully and walked slowly to her side.

Mrs. Perry was a little surprised, as if she had not expected Carol to be so polite, but the next moment, her surprise turned into relief, after all, it was her sister's child.

"Annie, take Carol upstairs to change clothes and wash up." Mrs. Perry's every move was so charming that even just a sitting down action surprised Carol.

Her parents died when she was young, and her grandparents felt deeply indebted to her. Even her uncle's family doted on her. Although they hired an etiquette teacher to teach her, they were reluctant to restrain her.

In private, Carol chose to do whatever she was comfortable with, but Mrs. Perry always maintained her beautiful manners.

Her aunt seemed to be more powerful than she had heard.

"Hmm? Is there anything else?" Mrs. Perry had already picked up a cup of black tea. Seeing Carol still standing there, she couldn't help but wonder, "Are you worried about the clothes? Don't worry, I have already prepared your clothes."

Carol shook her head gently, she withdrew her gaze, adjusted her posture, and walked upstairs with light and slow steps.

As soon as he stepped onto the first step, Mrs. Perry's voice rang out again, "The social season is approaching. You should stay at home and study etiquette with me these days."

Carol stopped and turned to face Mrs. Perry, who was still drinking tea and reading, "Yes, aunt."

A week later, before the social season even started, Mrs. Perry held a small tea party at home to celebrate the publication of her new book.

Carol understood that this was just Mrs. Perry's excuse for bringing her into London social circles ahead of time.

Mrs. Perry introduced the visitors to Carol in a low voice with a polite smile.

When she introduced one person, her eyes lit up visibly. "This is Edwin Capet, the youngest son of the Duke of Capet. His sister Hilda married the Duke of Winston. He will own part of the Capet family's wealth."

Carol looked at Mrs. Perry in confusion, as if asking what it had to do with her.

Mrs. Perry did not answer her, but smiled more sincerely.

Edwin has the same bright golden hair as Mrs. Perry, but his eyes are green, full of vitality, like a piece of fine green jade.

"Go and talk to him, Carol." Mrs. Perry whispered this and then greeted Hilda, the Duchess of Winston with a smile on her face. They greeted each other familiarly and enthusiastically.

Edwin seemed to have anticipated this scene and spread his hands helplessly to Carol.

Carol was also amused by his action, she lowered her body slightly and curtseyed.

Edwin also returned the greeting gracefully.

At the urging of their aunt/sister, the two of them walked side by side reluctantly towards the glass house in the small garden.

There was already a man there, tall and thin, with black hair, with his back to Carol and the others, admiring the flowers in the pots. Hearing the noise, the man turned around, with a handsome face, pale skin, and a pair of black pupils like black jade.

Both Carol and Edwin were well-known figures, and Timothy recognized them at a glance.

He nodded to the two of them in a friendly manner, "Good afternoon, Miss Crane, Mr. Cape."

Who is this?

Carol turned her head slightly stiffly and looked at Edwin.

Edwin looked helpless, and it was obvious that he didn't know him either.

"Timothy Grant, just call me by my name." Timothy introduced himself very considerately.

As soon as the name came out, Edwin also recognized Timothy.

A poet who has been active in London in the past two years. He has sharp words and acrimonious writing style, and can always point out the problems incisively. These London aristocrats love and hate him.