Christian.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Victoria as she chatted and munched on her sandwich. Honestly, it was a miracle I didn’t choke on my coffee. Her transformation was like watching a caterpillar skip the chrysalis and go straight to supermodel butterfly mode. She had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Her long, dark hair flowed gracefully, often adorned with bows that screamed adorable yet terrifyingly distracting, while her slender neck and curvy figure radiated an elegance I could only describe as unfair to the rest of us mere mortals. And that smile—good grief—it could probably power a small town.
Her fashion sense was a mood ring brought to life. The colors she wore mirrored her emotions, making her wardrobe a better therapist than most people. Then there was her borderlin
