"What do you mean?" She asked.
Hamon's eyes trailed Ara's body. Her dressing today was far more ornate than usual. He thought, "You're dressed differently today...I mean not in a bad way, it looks beautiful." He complimented.
"Huh..." Ara suddenly realized what he was talking about. His observation wasn't wrong. Today, Ara had dressed to kill, the maids had put so much effort in dolling her up in a gold black striped silk dress. The dress hugged her waist tightly emphasizing her slim waist, but it was loose to the down with its full circular skirt. Her red hair tumbled over her shoulders in slighy wavy curls.
Her slender swan-like neck was adorned with a rare shiny gold necklace she received from Hamon, it reflected the light in the room. Her plump lips was tinted with an alarming red color.
