Gael took Angela's hand, placed it on his arm, and she naturally curled it around his bicep. They descended the stairs together. Though Vincent was waiting for her at the bottom, she only glanced at him before her eyes flitted back to Gael, her heart racing with every step she took. She bought the dress for the party but hoping he would see it, wishing she'd go to this party with him instead of Vincent.
She must be crazy for even thinking that she could appear in public with this man next to her. He probably wouldn't want to be exposed out in the open—what with his identity and all. Gael wasn't even wearing anything fancy. His dress shirt hugged his physique tightly, and the cologne he's wearing was enough to complete his look. They walked down the stairs slowly while she hoped the steps would go endlessly.
