The next night, they were getting ready to leave for a fancy dinner as per on Aurelia’s demand.
Alphonse was wearing a white shirt, revealing his toned chest by the two opened buttons and black pants accompanied by perfectly rolled sleeves to the elbow to enhance his beauty.
He was waiting for Aurelia and she came in a beautiful backless dress reaching to her knees, spinning around with a smile to show him her dress.
“How do I look?” She asked, stopping right in front of him.
“Angelic.” He whispered, offering her his hand gallantly, praying for her to take his hand and not reject it.
“Thanks.”
Smiling sheepishly, she tugged her hair behind her ear, taking his hand slowly, not parting her eyes from his face.
When her hand held his, their hearts skipped a beat in synchronization wit
