Eric blinked, followed by open staring with his mouth gaping. His fingers flexing upon gazing at the woman he couldn't believe was his.
His heart was racing almost too fast when he took in her appearance. Her strong jaw and defined cheekbones gave her a strong impression. His throat was growing thick, and his mouth was running dry when his eyes swept her unblemished and perfectly toned skin. Her face was made up, but not overly done. It looked natural, dewy, supple and soft, sprinkled with a rosy pinkish blush. And he fought the desire to move closer to touch her.
Her hair. Oh, her hair. If she was beautiful with wavy locks, straight hair made her appeared even more breathtaking than he ever knew possible!
She perfected this wet look so effortlessly while wearing a long-sleeve ashen blue dress with elaborate embroidery, which almost matched the color of her hair.
