He was having difficulty breathing, he thought to himself while looking at her in startled puzzlement. For a moment that seemed to go on forever, his world stopped turning. He could not believe what he was seeing.
Is he drunk after consuming two glasses of wine? Was his imagination going wild again, and were his eyes playing tricks on him? Rapidly, he blinked, thinking that doing so would set his vision straight. But after several seconds of doing so, Lily remained standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking like a smooth porcelain doll with a sweet smile on her lips while more than a dozen men flocked around her like bees, as if she were a delightful piece of honey.
Still unable to recover from shock, he stared at the beautiful hue of her eyes. He found himself captivated by the most
