Anasthasia glanced at her—beige hands on her stomach and head lowered, revealing bejeweled scarlet hair bun—with her voluminous lilac dress, flaring down to her calves. Her gentle stature had her bow and responded curtly.
She then stood upright, beamed a warm smile. To Blake's surprise, he gave a prideful smile as he introduced her.
"Miss Ana, I would like to introduce you to my wife, Kristine Millard."
"Greetings... to the empress—" Kristine's greetings stopped from the breeze that brushed her lips. Shock turned evident on her face as she saw her finger prod in her direction.
"Please, I'd rather address me the same way as Blake."
"...Yes, Miss Ana... "Kristine's eyes gleamed apprehensively and, in turn, she gave the nod. "Miss Ana, that dress is stunning; I never saw any dress such as that. It's such a masterpiece."
"Thank you. I made this not too long ago."
