Zelena.
I stepped out of the change room and stood in front of the wall to ceiling mirror in the common dressing area. The change of lighting made me love the dress more again. Twirling in slow circles in front of the mirror and swaying the train of the dress around my legs, I felt like a princess.
“You look lovely” a deep accented voice came from the entrance to the dressing area. I turned to see a dark-haired man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He was tall and a bit burley, kind of like a lumberjack with better fashion sense. Wearing a leather jacket over a crisp white t-shirt, matched with black jeans, he looked very bad-boy dangerous. His eyes were sweeping over my body from top to bottom and back again, a sly smirk playing on his lips. His hungry gaze
