*Few minutes before the announcement*
''Mother looks beautiful.''
''Damien, that's the tenth time you are telling me that.'' Isla chuckled softly at her son, who kept on looking at herself almost every second. Was she that pretty for him not to take his eyes off her?
''But mother, you are really beautiful.'' Damien was persistent. It really surprised him when he saw his mother dressed up for the banquet. She was even more dressed up than the time she had gone to the countess's picnic.
Damien had always known that his mother was a beauty. Many people had severally complimented her in his presence. In the village, some of his classmates would compliment his mother's beauty and he would only smile in response. Having seen his mother every day, Damien had grown immune to her beauty.
But this very night was the moment he suddenly understood why many had always been astonished by his mother.
