Alla was nestled in his arms, looking into his unabashedly loving peach blossom eyes. After a moment, she obediently nodded.
Her gentle and serene demeanor seemed to bring back the past, and the faint smile in the depths of Casiano's eyes became increasingly charming.
Holding Alla, he walked into the cloakroom. After setting her on the sofa, he pressed the invisible automatic switch on the wall.
Several high-end wardrobes opened swiftly, revealing a row of similar styled haute couture long dresses to Alla.
She was somewhat surprised to see these clothes. This was her previous dressing style, and Casiano actually remembered...
"I had the servants prepare these after you came home with me," Casiano briefly explained. He picked out a waist-pinched A-line long dress from the collection and handed it to her. He gestured towards the dressing room, indicating for her to change first.
