Luna's chest rose and fell with anger, her gaze cold as ice. "The nerve… No one's ever dared speak to me like that, especially not some backwater hick. You're the first."

Nonetheless, he did not plan to take Andrew to heart. He was just a small-time nobody—at most, a temporary annoyance. Now that he had left the Phelan estate, she figured it was better this way. Out of sight, out of mind.

…

Back at the mansion, Luna found Montgomery resting in his room.

"Grandpa, earlier… when you said Andrew looked familiar, what exactly did you mean? Who does he remind you of?"

Montgomery's eyes grew distant as he murmured, "He really did look familiar. Back when I was in Chetvine, I caught a glimpse of a young man like him once—dashing, bold, and absolutely unmatched in presence."

Luna was caught off guard and grew even more curious. "Grandpa, who exactly are you talking about? You always say I'm the only one worthy of praise—now you're giving that to a stranger? I don't like that!"

On