The potions looked equally proficient but they couldn't both win. He probably ought to examine them further to tell which one had the edge but he hardly made a career out of being good at potions. Ultimately, he didn't care enough to try and he wasn't entirely certain he'd know what to look for. What did it matter anyway? It wasn't as if either lady was going to question his judgement and even if they did, who would listen? Picking a favorite to win was so much easier anyway. "Miss Black is the victor!" Besides coming from the same sort of social circles, Charles also happened to find himself unexpectedly attracted to the spinster. There was a woman as different from his late wife as it was possible to be. He assumed, he only knew her by reputation after all.
