(Ava's POV)
As I walked back into the room, it felt as though my legs had forgotten how to place themselves properly on the ground, and they got tangled. My heart continued to race, each beat reminding me of the intense gaze of the man in the living room.
His gaze had an aura that I just couldn't explain. It was warm, yet sharp. It was calming, yet at the same time, it sent chills down my spine.
The way he looked at me made my heart flutter, and I couldn't help but smile as I remembered how shy I had been while talking to him. I had even greeted him first, completely forgetting that Damon existed.
I walked over to the mirror and glanced at myself. I gently ran my hand through my hair.
“Gregory definitely missed out,” I muttered with a smile, admiring how beautiful I looked.
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