"I see everyone agrees this gown looked divine," Olivia mused, wiggling her brows towards Eli. "Of course, as expected from the House of Eli."
She waved the gown up in the air, the skirt swayed and rustled on the wooden floor before she found her way towards her bedroom to try it on.
For years, Eli filled her wardrobe with his creations, from simple ensembles to evening gowns and this piece was by far one that screamed 'Olivia'. She knew the size would fit her like a glove for Eli knew her measurements well even with his eyes closed but she wanted to see for herself if the gown would speak to her while she's wearing it.
In the living room, Eli took a sip of his tea, his face full of arrogance over the success of sleepless nights sketching and wandering around the metro for inspiration.
