When Lysander saw her walk in, he felt his heart quicken, a sensation he thought she had lost for ages. There she stood, bathed in ethereal light, wearing the elegant dress he had chosen for her.
The dress was black in color, made of a sleek fabric that hugged her figure in all the right places. The dress cascaded down her ankles,where it flared slightly and also had a slit for easy movement— and also exhibit a bit of her fair thighs.
"You look stunning, absolutely breathtaking," he said, remembering Alaric's advice.
Her hair flowed down her shoulders like a waterfall of midnight, framing her face perfectly.
"I could stare at you all night," he added, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Lysander led her to the table where he pulled out a chair for her to sit.
After making sure she was comfortable, he then went to take his seat and a waiter walked in to take their orders. He was the waiter Alaric had specially assigned for them.
