SELENA'S POV
My eyes locked on him the moment I stepped off the last stair, and his were already on me, not shifting, not blinking, just fixed.
My steps slowed without me realizing it. Okay… what's wrong? Is the makeup too much? The gown? I swallowed.
The dress hugged my body perfectly, the silk flowing with every step. My back was almost bare, the fabric stopping at the middle and leaving my skin exposed to the cool air. My hair was pinned up in a high, sleek style with a few strands framing my face just right. Morita had done magic, and I knew I looked good, but the way he was staring made me suddenly aware. Too aware.
I reached the last step and stood in front of him, shifting my weight slightly. "Too much?" My voice came out softer than I intended.
For a second he didn't respond.
