Emma Carter regained her composure, clutching her chest with one hand as she cautiously entered the house, looking around warily as if she had stepped into a haunted den.
"Do you always...dress like this?"
Standing in the living room, Emma Carter stared at her face, seeing shadows of her former daughter-in-law, though the temperament and style were far too different.
"My dress?" Amelia Garcia, with a lady's cigarette in her mouth, spread her arms and looked at herself, "What about it? It's quite normal."
"Quite normal? Ha..."
Emma Carter chuckled, slowly regaining the haughtiness of a dominant family's lady and seriously said, "Never mind, your kind has nothing to do with me. I came just to tell you that no matter how much my son likes you, someone of your caliber...will never enter the Hart Family's door."