479 For love

 "Lady mother, what a pleasant surprise?" 

 "Igna," her melancholic posture rose above his shoulder, her heels made her taller than normal, the hair flowed ever-so-gently. No tie, nothing, she left it to the wild, "-thank you for lunch."

 "I'm grateful you came," replied he solemnly embarrassed, such a refined lady had no right to be associated to the likes of him. A day didn't escape when he thought of if he was a burden to the lady. She'd return the same phrase, '-you're my son, there's no doubting it.' 

A whiff of perplexion blew on their face, each gazed for answers to no avail. Lady Courtney's arrival brought the friendly atmosphere to a stand. She watched through her grey pupils yearningly.

 "Lady Courtney," came a familiar voice, "-please, over this way."