As if he was struck by lightning, he became rooted to the marbled floor, not being able to tear his gaze away from the very face which had been a part of his daydreams as well as his nightmares.
A tall and dainty figure, wrapped in a wine colored gown, continued to walk inside with slow yet steady steps. Her eyes wandered around the room as if they were searching for a certain someone among the sea of faces. Her delicate eyebrows ended up being taught in a knot as she failed to find that familiar face. During the mindless stroll of her eyes, her gaze ended up landing on the man who was still rooted to the floor in his earlier spot.