I looked at my aristocratic form which hides my despair and aversion behind those walls of makeup and expensive dress. I can see a different person there, truly gorgeous but I feel artificial. It's like a silver coating on copper.
I looked down as I walked out and looked at Christian who seemed flawless as ever.
He scanned me for a second from top to bottom and his stare made me even more uncomfortable.
I kept looking down and he asked, "What happened?"
"It's just.. everything is a bit much, don't you think?" I said in a soft tone.
"Why?" He asked again, raising an eyebrow.
"It's... just.." I trailed off.
"Isn't that what you desire?" He asked as he put his hands in the pocket of his pants and walked closer.
"I do, But.." My lips formed a thin line as I kept looking away.
Befor
