The dress, styled in a Greek fashion, had beautiful layers that rippled from the bust to the hemline, reminiscent of the white waves churning in the Aegean Sea. The long skirt fell to the floor, spreading open like a blossoming flower...
George Summer drew in a sharp breath. Tara Summer didn't usually wear makeup, often presenting herself barefaced. But under such careful makeup, she looked heavenly.
He had always known she was beautiful, but he had never imagined her to be unbelievably gorgeous. Her delicate skin, sexy collarbone, and clear and bright eyes were all breathtaking.
A pang of pain tugged at his heart, as he realises at that moment he couldn't have her.
"What's wrong? Don't I look good?" Seeing him silent, Tara's eyebrows creased. She too was startled when she saw herself in the floor-length mirror.
The dress was white, but it looked incredibly sultry, a look she wasn't used to. Seeing him simply gazing at her, she felt increasingly unsettled.
