Magnus found himself unable to look away from Estelle. His hands reached out to touch her hair, his fingers unable to tear away from her smooth skin. He could only marvel at her features that were so colored with beauty that shone him away. He pressed his forehead on hers, his eyes sparking which made Estelle felt butterflies all over her stomach by how those crimson eyes were so enchanted by her reflection, as if saying so loudly on the top of his lungs that she is the beautiful person he had ever seen in this world.
"Gorgeous," Magnus whispered, "You look so beautiful that I fear letting you walk away from me now."
Estelle chuckled, "You're being silly. I'm sure it's not that much difference."
"You're always gorgeous darling don't take it wrong but you look like a goddess tonight," Magnus kissed her cheeks, feeling proud to see her shining so beautiful that even the stars and moon would feel envious by her brightness.
