Nathan’s POV
I was dressed in my tuxedo for over 30 minutes, pacing back and forth downstairs, waiting for Amelie. I can’t wait to see her. I quickly texted her and learned she would be down shortly.
I heard voices coming closer from upstairs and turned my head to the staircase. My mouth gaped open as I saw Amelie descend the stairs. She is a vision of beauty—a true goddess.
“Amelie,” I let out a breathy sigh.
She approaches me and does a little twirl.
“Will I do?” she bashfully said.
“Amelie, no words can describe how beautiful you look tonight.”
She blushed and bit her lip. I reached over and pulled her lip out from her teeth. She has no idea what that does to me every single time. I want to lean over and kiss her.
The glamour team bids goodbye to Amelie and heads out the door.
