"Really?"
Yvonne Finley asked in a relaxed manner, her face was a surprise, and her skin a cool white, eyes rimmed with a soft, enthralling red. She exuded a gentle, quiet elegance, apparently harmless to anyone viewing her.
Oliver Perez was momentarily entranced by the beauty in front of him, a sour taste creeped up his throat, it felt as if no matter how hard he tried, he could never grasp the woman before him, like the hem of the swaying skirt just out of reach. He could only look up and admire from the distance that seemed to have opened up between them.
It was an unpleasant feeling.
Despite not wanting to admit it.
He couldn't deny it.
Whether it was Yvonne Finley's appearance or her demeanor, it was easy for others to feel inferior.
If the gap is not wide, it only arouses envy. But once that chasm widens to an unattainable distance, all that's left is a sense of impotence and frustration.
