Elio sat on the couch, dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt, a pair of black pants, black shoes, and a face cap waiting for Dahlia.
He tapped his feet on the floor nervously, he silently hoped that she didn't change her mind.
Dahlia stared at herself in the mirror and blushed at how pretty she looked. She had grown so ambitious to even spare herself an hour or two to play dress-up at intervals. She hardly went out even for a stroll.
Her full and long hair cascaded her back in curls after she had pulled her hair dryer out for a long while to use on her hair.
The white sleeveless dress Elio picked for her stopped about an inch or two above her knees and clung to her like a second skin, revealing her hourglass shape. It had a slit that traveled a little bit to her thighs and was open in the back, down to her lower back.
