Mila POV
Our gaze locked firmly and didn't waver. Angel's silver-grey eyes shone brightly as the artificial light from the chandelier hit them, illuminating the depths of his irises. For a moment, I was breathless, allowing his eyes to penetrate deep into my soul, as if he were trying to communicate something profound. But before I could decipher what his gaze was conveying, I abruptly broke eye contact and turned away, leaning more firmly into Armando's side.
As Armando and I made our rounds, greeting guests, I couldn't help but marvel at how I had never smiled so much in my life. Still, beneath the facade of joy, my skin crawled with goosebumps, knowing that Angel was only a few inches away. My heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of emotions I thought I had buried deep.
"Oh my goodness, Mila! The dress looks even more amazing now!" Gwen chirped, gliding towards us with an infectious energy.
