Mia stared at her husband as he stood there, his presence dominating the room. Neil wore a gray suit that hugged his muscular frame perfectly, the fabric clinging to his broad shoulders and tapering down his lean torso.
His tie hung loosely around his neck, untied, adding a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise polished look. His suntanned skin glistened under the light, giving him a healthy, vibrant appearance. She could still vividly recall how he'd looked three years ago when she woke up from her coma—he had appeared gaunt and haunted, almost unrecognizable. But now, he had recovered completely, looking even more handsome than before, with a strength and vitality that made her heart skip a beat like a highschool girl in love.
