Rosetta smiled sweetly when she got out of the guest room on the second floor, where Zoya temporarily occupied. The Filipina wore a beige velvet winter dress, which had diamond buttons as a decoration in the front. The hem was past her knees, and the sleeves were full. Its vintage style had an A-line silhouette, and she wore brown stockings to pair it with. She also sported it with brown ankle high-heeled boots.
Yuri readily noticed the naked makeup that Zoya had done for her. His wife’s long lashes were curled and darker. For him who stared at his beautiful wife, she just looked like the beautiful Russian autumn. His personal one. The corners of his lips then pulled up into a smile.
“Moy tsvetochek, there are no words I can find to give justice to your beauty,” he said in a poetic tone
