Charlotte Hamilton sat in her grand study, the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her sharp eyes scanned the files spread across her desk, her expression calm yet calculating. She was not a woman to be disturbed lightly, but the urgency in Elisa's voice as she entered the room made her pause.
"Mrs. Hamilton, you need to see this," Elisa said briskly, placing a tablet on the desk before her. The screen lit up with a video, and Charlotte leaned back in her chair, her thin lips curling into a faint smile.
The video showed Alanis, her ever-proud grandson, kneeling in public, apologizing to Harlow. The sight was equal parts amusing and baffling.
"What is this?" she murmured, her tone laced with curiosity.
"What was Alanis thinking?"
Charlotte chuckled, a low, almost ominous sound. She would never guess her cold son could be this romantic. Kneeling for his wife in public is beyond romantic.