XENIA
Five hours of painstaking prep with my overexcited mom transformed me into the gorgeous reflection I was now staring back at.
The sweetheart neckline of my dress left a bit of cleavage that my silver necklace rested on and my dress was perfectly fitted at every angle, my favorite part being the adorable roses that outlined my hips.
Just running my hands along it reminded me of Matteo’s reaction to it two days ago. He’d seemed like his eyes were about to pop out of his skull and he was speechless at the sight of me. At some point, it felt like he was undressing me with his eyes and I was strangely excited by it.
Some part of me was dying to know what went through his mind, but the more reasonable part of me knew it shouldn’t matter to me.
“Your date is here, sweetie!” mom called
