*Benjamin's POV"
A hotel servant let me into my suit. I had been negotiating about oil prices all day and was utterly tired. I was going to crash onto bed as soon as possible.
When I walked in, I blinked a few times.
There she was, standing before me. She was wearing a light pink, velvet Arabic dress, that reached to the floor. As I took her in, I saw that she was wearing the same color high heels.
The dress was decorated with stones throughout the length of her dress and of her middle, she wore a sparkly golden band. She was breathtaking as her golden curls caressed her face.
I clutched my hand to my chest and gasped for air. I was finally able to breathe again.
I slipped the man his tip and send him off.
I had still not spoken to her. My eyes traveled over the sight of her. She looked different, although I could not pinpoint what it was.
She looked rounder somehow.
