Mrs. Brown

I held Carroll by the hand, and he moved my hand to his arm. Matriarch? Carroll must be joking. I looked up at his profile and found it as handsome as ever. The door was open. The symphony sounded. The hall was full of well-dressed guests. "Carroll..." I gripped Carroll's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "What is this gathering for?" "The Brown family held this gathering to entertain their partners," said Carroll with a smile. He led me onto the stage by the hand. The people off the stage began a discussion. "Wow, is this that Miss Odette? She's so beautiful!" "She looks like the woman in the painting and isn't inferior to Mr. Carroll in appearance." Two girls exchanged their opinions off the stage. There was jealousy in their eyes when they gazed at me. Nervous, I smiled and looked around. Then, I found a pair of eyes full of resentment in the corner. Odette! Her gaze was as sharp as the blade of the knife. The insiders knew that I had never hurt Odette, but her sinister gaze might ca