Having spent so long in France, a place so beautiful, romantic, and sunny, she had never been here before.
Living a nomadic life, merely surviving; compared to those days, it now felt like she was living in paradise.
"Ah, look over there, it's Princess Consort Matilda..."
"Wow, truly a princess consort, her aura is incomparable."
"So beautiful..."
The tourists nearby all looked in a certain direction and whispered among themselves.
Arabella Vanderbilt stood aside and looked over as well.
Princess Consort Matilda wore a goose-yellow lace sheath dress and a small hat of the same color. She appeared elegant and dignified.
In her forties, she kept herself well-maintained, her face brimming with a bright, happy smile. She posed as her personal photographer swiftly changed positions to take her photos.
Her behavior and mannerisms clearly demonstrated that the princess consort was indeed a devotee of beautiful romanticism.
