That little mischief, she thought as she looked down at the young boy. But charming indeed.
Admittedly, she was slightly taken aback when her young master complimented her looks. For her, she looked average. Probably, beautiful among her kind, but not exactly good enough for these rich people.
But then, Caleb was young. He likely saw most women as gorgeous and attractive. She doubted if she had been any exception.
"Hey, my little Romeo. Slow down…" Out of the corner of her eyes, she found a familiar man walking toward them. Then, the man stopped at the table and joined them.
From the way he looked at the young boy with a wide smile and amusement reflecting in his eyes, she could only assume he had heard their little conversation.
"Uncle Benjie, join us," Caleb shouted as he ran toward the younger version of his father.
From what she could remember from her mother's stories, Oliver was the older son, Marianne was the second child, and Benjie was the youngest.
