Since they were expecting some guests today, the servants were busy preparing fruit plates and snacks in the villa. Some were boiling water for tea or making coffee. Mrs. Fritz had arranged everything early in the morning. Tom Fritz had also asked his assistant to clear his schedule for the day, as he prepared himself mentally for his blind date.

“Tom, aren't these Louis XIV roses the most stunning?" Mrs. Fritz, dressed in a custom-made, form-fitting long dress, had fair skin and a graceful charm. Her every smile exuded astonishing feminine allure. Tom knew his mother loved roses, especially these purple Louis XIV roses. Ever since he was a child, he had often heard his mother tell stories about these purple roses.

"Every flower is stunning,” Tom Fritz said with a warm smile. “You are just deeply moved by the love story behind these roses, so you prefer them more."

“But the purple flowers look more luxurious. I like purple,” the woman stopped trimming the branches and leaves, stood up straight, and admired the roses around her. "Napoleon's wife, Queen Josephine, loved these flowers."

"Sometimes, I really envy you, Mom," Tom said sincerely. "At this age, you still have a young girl's heart, full of happiness.”

"That's because I met the right person in this life." Mrs. Fritz was very satisfied with her marriage, as Mr. Fritz understood and cherished her. Mother and son's gazes met.

smile, and Mrs. Fritz also smiled. "Did you look at Monica's profile? I gave

first impression when I meet

she grew up in a single-parent family and has always lived with her mother,

people. As long as we like each other, I won't pay much attention

be here soon.” For some reason, Tom Fritz was also a little excited about

a Bentley appeared at the entrance of the courtyard, slowing down

happily patted her son's shoulder, and walked toward

Monica sent a few words to Tristan: I'm almost there, hurry

had just

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