Chantel swallowed, wiped her mouth, and replied with a smile,

“Everything's good. I'm doing well in my classes, and the teachers take good care of me. Thank you for your concern, Uncle Wesley and Aunt

Blair."

It had been a while since Chantel was brought to the Leonard family's house. The girl was diligent, lively, and obedient, and Blair liked her quite a bit. So she had talked with Wesley about sending her to a college. Wesley, of course, would go along with just about anything

Blair wanted.

With that settled, they had asked what kind of major Chantel wanted to study. Tentatively, the Leonard couple had planned to have her learn language, just Like Blair.

The girl had agreed when they suggested that major, but Wesley was able to sense that she wasn't really interested in it. No doubt she'd just been unwilling to disappoint them.

So he had asked her what she really wanted to learn.

After hesitating for a long moment, Chantel had said, "I want to learn acting." She wanted to be an actress! Indeed, this had been her biggest dream. As she saw it, she had to seize the opportunity, now that it was before her.

After discussing it among themselves, Blair and Wesley had pulled some strings and sent Chantel to the Department of Performance of the School of Drama in Askor.

Chantel had never been to a university before, so obviously she had started out as a freshman there.

“That's good," Blair said.

"If you need anything at school, just tell me. Don't be shy."

"I will, Aunt Blair. Thank you both," the girl said pleasantly. With that, she Lowered her head and went back to eating, hoping they wouldn't notice her eyes watering. She had only been in the Leonard family house for a few days, but Uncle Wesley and Aunt Blair had shown her so much kindness. She really didn't know how to repay them.

After dinner, Chantel stood up and was about to clean up the table, but

Blair stopped her.

"Don't you have to practice dancing? We have maids here. You don't have to worry about the housework. Just attend to your studies."

Chantel had started slower than others, so she needed to work harder in order to catch up with her classmates. Taking Blair's point, she didn't insist on cleaning the table or the dishes. She touched Ethan's tender face, said goodbye to the two elders, and went back to her room.

That evening

Blair put the asleep Ethan on his small bed and went back to the big bed. On a whim, she said, “Wesley, you have a good eye for people. Do you think Chantel and Gifford are good together?"

Wesley frowned slightly. He had never thought about it before. Finally, he shook his head and said, "Not really. She's too young." Gifford was twelve years older than Chantel.

"You got that right! Chantel's only 20, and Gifford is 32. There's a generation gap right there. They won't share the same interests.” Blair was concerned. ALL she wanted was for her son to be happy.

“But..." Wesley hesitated.

"Gifford doesn't even Like hanging out with girls. Since he chose to bring Chantel back home, it means that he's interested in her. If you want to try and play matchmaker, go ahead."

Wesley knew Gifford well. He worked from dawn until dusk. Whenever a young girl came over to him and tried to talk to him, he would ignore her.