I took a deep breath and slowly descended down the stairs, the fabric of her dress swishing gently with each step.
Leo was waiting for me on the couch, he was already in his suit ready for the party. When he heard me approaching, he turned to me.
His mouth fell open as he stared at me. Do I look good?
"Whoa, Morana, you look...." Leo stopped midsentence, I frowned, what was he going to say?
"How do I look?" I asked when he didn't say anything, checking to see if there was something on the dress. Or if there was something wrong with the dress.
"You look really pretty," he said but his eyes were narrowed as if that was not what he wanted to say. "But..." there it was. I thought the black dress complimented my skin and made me look pretty. But from his expression. It was looking like it was not the case.
