The moment those words left her lips, Eleanor felt even more flustered and couldn't bear to meet Selena’s gaze.

Alfonso, feeling helpless, called out, “Mother.”

Selena shot her son a look, fully unbothered, as if her approach were perfectly reasonable. If they hadn’t just met, she would have moved forward with the marriage arrangement already.

Afterward, she carefully examined Eleanor from head to toe, her gaze lingering on Eleanor’s skirt. “What color do you like best? How about red? It matches your complexion.”

Eleanor, taken aback by Selena's directness, replied shyly, “I like pink.”

“Really?” Selena's eyes sparkled. “Then we must make sure you have a pink dress in your...