Hot Cake Henry!
~Bam!
The doors opened wide, and in came a beautiful middle-aged woman with a warm smile on her face.
"Daughter, how are you today?"
Countess Avery majestically walked in alone, keeping her maids and guards outside the room.
Of course, she had also ensured that the door was shut tight before advancing in.
Ezenia smiled at her mother and couldn't help appreciate the woman.
It was not for nothing that she had this face.
The woman who birthed her was a show-stopper as well.
For them as nobles, they had never worked a day in their lives, just maintaining themselves and looking good.
That's why almost all noblewomen were seen as extraordinarily beautiful compared to the peasant or slave women who worked and began haggard with so many wrinkles and veins showing on their skin.
The only exercise they get as noblewomen is to walk around their massive estates regularly.
It was a must to do so after every meal.