She'd seen portraits of her mother before, with her pretty blonde hair and bright hazel eyes. Neither of the men, upon first inspection, looked anything like her. One was dark and looked serious, even as he fumbled to find his words. How could one person look so naturally serious? Her mother never looked serious in the portraits! The other was almost worse, because although he looked a little friendlier by virtue of having softer features than the man beside him, his confused expression made her weary and uncertain herself.
"Mr. Darrow. It is nice to see you," she greeted in a quiet voice, not taking any chance of using the improper greeting even though she knew this man was her uncle. She found it difficult to keep eye contact with him, especially when the man beside him was eyeing her strangely. She couldn't immediately place him like she could her Uncle Evander Darrow, but she assumed he must be related.
His sudden outburst caught her off guard, but she jumped to answer before the solicitor could open his mouth.
"I'm Charity Lloyd," she blurted out, her eyes darting between the two men. She paused for a moment, waiting in the hopes that he'd be hit with a sudden realization. "My mother was Evelina Lloyd. His sister," she added, nodding towards her Uncle Evander.
"Mr. Darrow. It is nice to see you," she greeted in a quiet voice, not taking any chance of using the improper greeting even though she knew this man was her uncle. She found it difficult to keep eye contact with him, especially when the man beside him was eyeing her strangely. She couldn't immediately place him like she could her Uncle Evander Darrow, but she assumed he must be related.
His sudden outburst caught her off guard, but she jumped to answer before the solicitor could open his mouth.
"I'm Charity Lloyd," she blurted out, her eyes darting between the two men. She paused for a moment, waiting in the hopes that he'd be hit with a sudden realization. "My mother was Evelina Lloyd. His sister," she added, nodding towards her Uncle Evander.
