"Oh my god, Mama, these clothes look so good on you!" Aristia praised truthfully.
"Are you sure?" Catherine asked tentatively, looking down at the clothes on her body. They felt so foreign.
Aristia bobbed her head. "Of course, of course. They're very beautiful on you!"
She wasn't exaggerating.
Catherine would have passed off for a model by just wearing simple clothes.
The long sleeved shirt and trouser she wore fit her perfect physique perfectly and enunciated her curves even though it wasn't tight, and the ribbon she used to tie her hair up gave her a sexy, fresh, youthful vibe.
If it were the modern world, Catherine would have passed off for a vibrant, single young lady. No one would believe she already had two kids with one already five years old.
[If I wake up and see her dressed like that, I'd think it's the modern world.] Aristia thought.
Wilson's eyes darkened on seeing Catherine.
"No."
