In the early morning, Colin awoke from his dreams.
The fireplace was still ablaze, giving off slight crackling sounds.
The bed still retained the young girl's warmth and fragrance, but she was no longer there.
"Good morning, Colin."
Colin sat up and saw Vera sitting by the dressing table next to the window.
The most exquisite flower of the St. Hilde family was already dressed in a bright yellow crocheted long skirt, applying rose gold ornaments to her forehead in front of the mirror.
"Good morning, Vera."
Colin watched Vera appreciatively from a distance. In his eyes, she seemed much more mature after not seeing each other for several days.
Her pure blue eyes were filled with life, her face was more gorgeously charming than usual, the bright red lipstick gave her perfect contours a more intense feel. Although there was still a slight shyness of a maiden, what prevailed was a generous elegance and gravity, and an increasingly blooming enchanting femininity.
"Do I look good?"
