Colin pushed open the redwood door separating the bedroom from the front hall and saw a graceful figure sitting in front of the dressing table.
Her golden hair was casually tied up, her delicate face was reflected in the silver mirror on the dressing table, and her purple silk nightgown highlighted her hazy and languid charm, making people yearn for the moment she turned around.
"Are you finished talking?"
Vera turned around, her lips curdled with a sweet smile, and her eyes full of tenderness like blue crystals.
For a moment, the entire bedroom seemed to light up because of her.
"Yes." As Colin walked in, he loosened the collar buckle of his ceremonial dress, "Every conversation with the Marquis is always very enlightening."
"What did you talk about?"
"About loyalty and belief."
Vera tilted her head, her smile slowly fading.
