Barbara pursed her lips when she saw how her mother was dressed.
She was wearing white shorts, further enhancing the white color of her beautiful legs. She had her long blonde hair pulled back and up in a ponytail, exposing her bare shoulders from the black shirt she wore. Her gorgeous face was radiant as she looked at Amon, and for a moment, Amon thought he was looking at an angel.
A mature woman knew how to let a man notice her charm.
Noticing Amon's eyes on her, Bianca smiled a little, she felt confident as she walked towards them. Getting very close to Amon, she bowed a little as she looked into his eyes, "How do I look? Do I look good?"
"Yes, really good." Amon wasn't so indifferent when he answered; he always faltered in front of Bianca.