Saturday — March 2
"Wow…" Gael gaped as Angela descended the stairs, a slow smile building on his lips. She wasn't even surprised to see him look so breathtakingly handsome in his bespoke suit—like he always does—but her stomach still fluttered anyway. He took her hand and kissed the back of it, gazing into her eyes as he added, "Baby… You look…absolutely stunning."
She smiled back, glancing down at her black evening dress. He picked it for her the other day; a gown that brought equal parts elegance and sass with a little bit of sexy and sophistication with a scoop neck, thin straps, a showy back detailing, and a fluttering thigh-high slit. Oozing with confidence despite the nerves hiding deep within her, she turned around, giving him a show of what he got for her. "Thank you."
