I gave him a small smile.
For a moment he just stood there looking at me, his eyes still fixed on my face as though he had forgotten what he was supposed to say next.
"You look beautiful, Amelia" he said again.
"Thank you," I replied. "You look good yourself."
He actually did look good... like a lot. He always does.
His lips curved faintly in a smile at that before he walked past me to open the passenger door of the car.
He held it open and gestured slightly.
I stepped forward and got in, the fabric of my dress shifting softly as I settled into the seat. He made sure the door was closed before walking around to the other side of the car.
A moment later he slid into the driver's seat.
The engine hummed to life as he started the car, and soon we were pulling away from the quiet stre
