And I do. I really do. The soft fabric is comfortable, tightly drawn in at the places a female might want to show off, breaking away at the deep plunging v-neckline, which is covered by the same sheer fabric that makes up the sleeves. The rest of the dress flows out from the waist, airy and light, not too puffy but with enough volume that any prying vampire would probably stay an arms length away if only to avoid getting caught in the reams of crimson fabric. It compliments the beautiful swirls of the blood necklace so perfectly that I might have thought he had it tailored especially for me- might have if he wasn't the Scarlet Prince who happens to lust for my blood.
Soren's eyes simmer a hazy gold, his face soft and thoughtful, and in that one, solitary moment, I look at the gentle fondness on his face and forget he is a monster at all.
