Jett
When my eyes landed on Asia, it was as if time was standing still. She was standing there as if she’d been waiting for me to arrive. She wore a cream-colored, sleeveless dress with two-inch black heels. Her hair moved like ribbons in the gentle breeze. Her natural beauty was enhanced with just enough makeup.
I had to pull my sunglasses away so I could take her in completely. Her lips were stained ruby red, her cheeks a pale pink. Her doe-like eyes took me in from head to toe as she wore an impressed expression. She was quiet as she waited, not shouting and throwing her hands up the way a lot of females did.
Elegance and demure beauty, along with fantastic posture, gave her an air of aristocracy. Like a princess, she waited for her prince to join her. I was far from a prince, a thin
