"W-what?" Polly eyes went round, and she instinctively bristled away from him, her hands feeling the dampness of her dress as if to confirm if he was messing with her or not. She had worn a beige-colored dress with thin straps, and she could literally feel her outfit clinging to her skin without mercy, making her face heat up at the realization that Rafael might, no—was right.
A silver light crept in through a crack, casting an ethereal glow over the cave, as if the moon itself conspired to spotlight this moment. It was almost as if the universe was granting its approval, a strange but welcomed sense of validation, and Polly immediately hugged her body tightly when it became clear that they could both see one another, thanks to the uninvited light from the moon.
