“Wow.” Stephen said, his eyes big and mouth agape. I felt my cheeks heat up and it felt like I was in a bright spotlight in his eyes. I was wearing a tight glittery peach dress, just above my knees and silver high heels making me just as tall as him. He was wearing a black suit, his hair perfectly slicked backwards and I remember how I gawked at his and his outstanding eyes. I’ll never get over his eyes. At that moment I thought of how magical they are and how magical the moments were. He took my cold hand in his warm one’s and strided with me as if I was his pride. The floor blinked in from the chandelier, hanging beautifully from the ceiling. It was his house.
“Bye mom.” he said to a beautiful lady with dark curls and eyes just like Stephen’s. It wasn’t Bonnie. And neither did
