[Elvira's POV]
The girl was stunning. The moment she walked in, she became the center of attention. I couldn't help myself from taking a few more glances at her. Perhaps, only a girl like her was good enough to stand by Westley's side.
I lowered my head and looked at the dress he bought me. It didn't seem to belong to me. Everything I wore was new. Although they appeared fine on me, I felt that they didn't belong to me.
I felt that even Westley wasn't mine. Soon, my thoughts were confirmed. I felt like I had been made into a joke.
I watched as she pressed her hands against his eyes. Her skin was firmly pressed against his and his breath was hitting her hands. She called for him to guess who she was, shooting me a challenging look as she said this.
