Everyone had wide eyes. Victoria gasped. "My goodness is this your wife?! She's so….—!" Victoria sized up Godfrey, wondering how this brat succeeded with a woman like Isolde.
Valentina covered her mouth. Her son has good eyes. She knew Isolde was good-looking but they had not seen her in person or like this before.
Isolde looked like she had grown more mature. Her supple skin clearly nourished by expensive mana creams glowed. Her facial structure was sharp with a pointed nose, high cheekbones and pink lips glossed red to match her striking hair.
Even with all that, she had admirable curves. And by that, Valentina and Victoria meant a shape they as women envied.
Ronald laughed. "You're a talented fisherman. You've made me proud."
Isolde blushed. But she would save Godfrey's face today and not tell them she basically handed herself over to him on a silver platter. He barely had any good courtship skills. He wasn't even that romantic with his words either.
