"Brother, can we go have a look over there?" Vera Montague asked Henry Montague, her voice laced with a playful coyness.
Henry Montague affectionately tapped her on the head, then glanced toward Maurice Ashworth. "Even as your big brother, I'm not the one in charge here. You'll have to ask Mr. Ashworth."
At his words, Vera Montague batted her lovely eyes at Maurice Ashworth, her voice so soft it seemed to liquefy. "Mr. Ashworth, could we possibly go have a look over there?"
Maurice Ashworth and Jasper Ashworth gave her a cool, indifferent glance and remained silent. 'We can't make that call either,' they thought. 'That's Seraphina's private territory. Besides, that guy Caden is definitely there right now.'
Vera Montague had assumed that with her charm, men would be lining up to fall at her feet—that even Maurice Ashworth would be captivated by her. But alas, Maurice and the others didn't give her a second glance. His cold indifference left Vera momentarily embarrassed.
