The red hair Primrose used to hate the most was actually a beautiful gift from her mother.
Ever since that day, whenever she started feeling insecure about her red hair, Primrose would gently remind herself that her beautiful mother had the exact same hair.
And her father had always said it was the most beautiful color in the world.
Now, her husband seemed to think the same.
[My wife still looks pretty with the black wig,] Edmund thought as he watched her finish getting dressed. [but … honestly, I really love her red hair.]
[Her red hair always make her look beautiful. But even now … she's still stunning.]
Primrose bit her lower lip, struggling to hold back a smile.
Edmund was trying so hard to compliment her new look without forgetting to praise what he really loved about her, and it was honestly adorable.
"Husband, what do you think?" Primrose turned around slowly, letting Edmund see her full appearance. "Do you still think I'm pretty?"
