The next evening, Estelle had rode a carriage on the way to a certain place. The servants took their time dolling her up and Magnus seemed to be smiling happily the whole day. Usually his smile would mean something badly he had planned that was going extremely smoothly, much to his happiness and Elle wondered what it could be. He hummed and looked at her, "Gorgeous," he muttered.
Her soft pink hair ran down her white collared dress and the red skirt. She appeared like a fairy, her skin fair and her cheeks rosy. Everything about her would make anyone to see her smile as if her very presence was the meaning of happiness itself.
Magnus watched her features and began to study it in his head. Her doe eyes were holding hostage all the stars the sky has and when her eyes blink, he could see her lashes fluttering like a butterfly wing.
