I was talking with Hunter when I saw Charlotte walking down the stairs. I held my breath as I watched her walk like a ramp model, and I couldn't stop gazing at the woman of my life. Her gown was a vibrant crimson, as bold as a blooming rose in the midst of winter.
Her gown was a masterpiece of elegance, flowing like liquid silk with every step she took. It was a concept of beauty, glowing under the lights as though it were knitted from starlight.
The expensive dress was a gift from Maddie. It hugged Charlotte's figure perfectly, cascading down in soft, graceful folds. Made from luxurious satin, the gown glistened with a subtle sheen that caught the light beautifully. Its delicate lace overlay added an air of romance, with intricate floral patterns trailing along the hem and bodice.
"You are so beautiful, Babe," I whispered in her ear as I pulled her closer, feeling proud that she was mine.
