Night fell.
After a bath, Vera, now changed into a silky nightgown, tiptoed across the pine-wood floor. She sat sideways at her dressing table, twisting her hair into a bun as she gazed into a copper mirror.
Reflected in the mirror was a beautiful face, ethereal and delicate like a rose moistened by the morning dew, incomparably stunning.
The room filled with a faint, lingering floral scent, fresh and timeless.
Colin lazily lounged on the sofa, quietly appreciating the gracefulness of his wife, Vera, before finally breaking the silence with a laugh,
"What's the golden mark on your chest?"
Vera cocked her head, similarly puzzled, "I don't know, it just appeared today. Maybe it has something to do with the baptism ceremony."
Colin's smile faded slowly as he furrowed his brows, "Baptism?"
"Yes, but I don't feel any different." Vera didn't seem to be bothered at all.
Seeing Colin's worry, Vera tiptoed over, deftly jumped onto the sofa, and cuddled into his arms.
