At Luxe A Salon,
Eliza Lane and Sara Dawson had walked out of the reception area but Dylan's eyes were glued on the girl in front of him.
The one who he thought was a smart but innocent naive girl was a confident and beautiful lady. She wasn't just pretty, she had a charm that either makes you delighted and calm forgetting the troubles or be more attracted to her mysteriousness.
One could waste time weighing if she was faking her expression or showing her real self. Nonetheless, you will fail to stop the arousing admiration.
For no particular reason, a thought appeared in his head, 'Right one for Aeon.' Of course, he wasn't an idiot to propose it or force them.
He liked the new her, using her fortes to advantage without forcing herself to look what is not or change her appearance.
