"Yes." Avelina gave a nod. "You can also tell me which dress looks prettier and to your taste."
"Does it matter what I like? Shouldn't you prioritize yourself first?" Draven asked as he sat down on the bed.
Avelina shrugged, standing up from the chair.
"Well, I have had enough of what I prefer. I like you to choose." She chuckled, walking into her dressing room to select two pieces of clothing.
She came out with a red, knee-length body hug silk dress on her right and a simple white short dress on her left.
"Which one? Choose." Avelina gazed at him with squinted eyes.
Draven's crimson pupils scrutinized both dresses, and he smirked all of a sudden.
"The white one would make you look lovely like an angel, but I chose the red dress. I surprisingly love it," he voiced his opinion. "The red dress is your color. It suits you very much, and even though I've never seen you in red, I know it would compliment you in a very good way."
