Maximus was leaning against his sleek black car, hands shoved in his pockets, while he waited for Ava. The evening air was nippy with just a hint of the roses blossoming in the garden. He checked the time. She should be coming down any minute.
Just as he turned towards the mansion doors, the click-clacking of high heels on the marble floor reached him. He raised his head then and experienced a thing which eluded him in recent memory - wonder.
Ava was dazzlingly stunning.
She was wearing an exquisitely plain and rich dinner dress of chic midnight blue, clinging to her body so softly. The material glimmered in the dim light and therefore gave poignancy to the frailty of the frame. The Soft waves of hair style made her face perfect; her makeup was there but very subtle to enhance the sharpness of the cheekbones and the deep, alluring tone of her eyes.
