Chapter 2 Ophelia Hudson

• The car had been on the road for nearly an hour, traveling all the way from the east side of the city to a place called White Stallion Mountain on the west side.
• White Stallion Mountain, situated to the west of Strasson, was a modestly sized hill. It was nestled by the water, with picturesque scenery. Every bit of that land was highly valuable, and the area was home to the wealthy. When the car entered the courtyard of a mansion, I couldn't help but marvel at the world of the rich.
• The mansion was a grand, white structure, designed in Atharian style.
• However, the night was too dark for me to make out much else. I followed Eamon into the mansion, and once again, I was exposed to the world of the wealthy in a way I could never have imagined.
• The interior was styled in Epean fashion, each piece of furniture was a masterpiece in its own right. Even the cup the maid used to serve me coffee, I felt, was worth more than all the furniture in my house combined.
• I cautiously sipped my coffee, handling the cup with the utmost care when I set it down, afraid I might accidentally damage it.
• “Please wait a moment, Ms. Layton. I'll go fetch Mrs. Shandor!” Eamon said politely.
• I nodded, and once Eamon had left, I let out a small sigh of relief. My eyes roamed curiously around the mansion's decor, and I was tempted to take out my phone and snap a few boastful selfies. But seeing the two bodyguards at the entrance, both donning sunglasses, I decided against it.
• In no time, a stunning woman descended from upstairs. She was well-maintained, appearing to be in her early thirties, but her complexion was off. Her eyes were tinged red, suggesting that she had been crying quite a bit.
• After all, losing a son at such a young age would truly be a devastating experience.
• I couldn't help but think of Morgana. Despite her typically harsh words and frequent criticisms of Donovan, I had found a photograph of him as a child in her drawer. It was a picture of her holding him.
• The edges of the photo were worn out, clearly indicating that she used to look at it frequently.
• With this in mind, I couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for this woman.
• “Hello!” the woman greeted me politely.
• “Hello! Nice to meet you!”
• “You can call me Mrs. Shandor,” Ophelia said, sizing me up as she spoke.
• I was accustomed to such glances. After all, I was simply too young. Even though I had deliberately worn clothes that made me look older today, I still gave off a vibe of youthful unreliability.
• Sure enough, Ophelia eventually asked, “Why didn't Mystic Morgana come?”
• Mystic Morgana was Morgana's moniker, who was considered a renowned spirit matchmaker in Strasson.
• “My grandma is getting on in years.”
• I was aware that Ophelia didn't trust me, so I quickly added, “My name is Adelina Layton. I've mastered all the skills Morgana possesses, and I'm usually the one handling cases from outside. However, Grandma still makes an appearance for significant matters!”
• Only then did Ophelia nod in agreement.
• After a moment of silence, she stated, “My son is only twenty-seven years old. He's not married yet, so I'm helping him look for a suitable girl. As long as she's the right fit, money isn't an issue!”
• I glanced at Ophelia in surprise. Her son is twenty-seven? It's truly hard to believe she's over fifty!
• I quickly reassured her by saying, “Rest assured, Mrs. Shandor. Despite the small size of our matchmaking agency, when it comes to professional expertise, no one can surpass us.”
• Ophelia nodded in response.
• I sensed that she might still have some reservations about me, but there was nothing I could do about it.
• “May I see Mr. Shandor?” I asked.
• This was also a requirement set by Morgana. Before playing matchmaker, it was essential to first meet the party involved to confirm whether they were still around.
• The idea was to check whether the soul of the party involved was still present. If not, things would become much simpler. We could directly match it with a body that wasn't haunted by any spirits, allowing them to meet on their own terms in the afterlife.
• If the spirit of the person involved was still present, then it would pose a problem. After all, when it came to finding a partner, there was always the issue of whether they catch your eye or not. And when it comes to marriage, that would be an even bigger deal.
• Moreover, catering to ghosts was far more challenging than dealing with humans, hence the higher costs. Generally, successful pairings were not easily achieved.
• In the days that followed, she paid the price for that self-confidence.