She stood with her back to me and the sun illuminated her figure giving her a radiant aura. Draped in a flowing white sleeveless gown that cascades down her slender frame like a river of moonlight. The delicate fabric hugs her body and accentuated her royal demeanour.
As she turned, her dress rustled softly, bringing out a youthful and innocent charm that she usually didn't have.
Her long, flowing hair, a flowing river of black, rested on her back, contrasting the pure white dress.
Beautiful. There was truly no other words I could use to describe it. It made me who got the lowest marks in essay composition almost compose an entire poem in my head.
I thought I was used to Katarina's beauty after all the years we spent together but when it comes to the person you love, you never get tired of it.
"...as expected, it's quite embarrassing." I whispered and saw that Katarina had frozen up.
"...cool."
"Hmm?"
