Led by Lady Julian, Robson arrived at the reception hall.
Valentino was already there, chatting with Earl Harold and Lady Alice. Occasional laughter drifted over, a sign that their conversation was going well.
"Hey! Robson, look who's here!"
Valentino stood up, walked over to Robson, and took his right arm.
"Uncle Harold, this is Robson.
And Robson, this is Harold. By rights of seniority, we should call him 'uncle,'" Valentino explained with a smile.
'Is he *your* uncle?'
Robson shot Valentino a stunned look.
'If they were being technical, the last time their two families were related by marriage was over one hundred and fifty years ago. Everyone from that era was long dead.'
"Uncle Harold, I've heard so much about you. It's an honor to finally meet you. Your reputation is well-deserved," Robson said with a smile.
'Robson trusted that Valentino wasn't the type to go around casually claiming kinship with people.'
'He just didn't know what her reasons were.'
