Rosemary followed the housekeeper into the living room, where she caught sight of a stunning figure standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She was dressed in a chic silk robe, exuding elegance and sensuality, with her short, wavy chestnut hair giving off a vibe of sophistication.
"Ma'am, Ms. Rose has arrived."
Eunice Griffith turned around, her striking features bold and vivacious. With her arms crossed over her chest, she radiated a powerful presence, yet carried it with undeniable flair.
Contrary to the delicate and gentle image Rosemary had envisioned, her aunt's beauty was aggressive and provocative—like a thorny, mesmerizing rose, vibrant and dazzling.
"So, you're Rosemary?" Eunice lifted the corners of her lips, her aura and poise perfectly balanced. She smiled warmly at Rosemary. "Come here, let me have a look at you."
Rosemary stepped forward and greeted her aunt.
Eunice scrutinized her from head to toe, her alluring eyes filled with approval.
