She was walking casually, her expression calm, as though she was just another citizen going about her day. The stylish brown trench dress she wore fit her figure perfectly.
The design was simple yet elegant, with off-shoulder detailing and a belted waist that made her look like a model.
The dress swayed lightly with her movements, and the soft, muted tones contrasted beautifully with her dark hair.
Her hair, still as silky as he remembered, was styled neatly, with a small braid tucked into one side and adorned with a yellow flower pin.
It gave her an air of innocence, but her refined makeup—subtle yet effective—added a layer of sophistication that made her presence even more eye catching.
She was no longer the girl who used to be naive.
'Elaine.' he muttered to himself.
