Aunt pulled Zoya to a corner and they sat down. This was a delicate side hall in a light blue color. It was a high-grade private and elegant room. The screen was embroidered with silk in the south of the River-the wintersweet flower. It was very beautiful.
It could be seen that it was the place where the host lived. It did not cater to the style of a soldier's family, nor did it serve as a reception for guests.
"Zoya, I've just heard from your father that Ragib will come to pick you up." Mrs. Zhan said, "I was still thinking about whether you will come back again. If you don't come back, I'm afraid that the gown I've ordered for you won't come in handy."
After Mrs. Zhan finished, she motioned Aunt to send it to Zoya.
Aunt quickly brought the box of gowns over.
"Look, Ms. Zoya." Aunt said, "It fits you very well. You're so beautiful."
Zoya was not interested. She took it and put it aside. "Really? Thank you, mother."