He turns back to face me, and I’m not anywhere near prepared to see his blown black eyes taking in the sight of me in this dress. I was hoping he’d like it, but he’s already seen it, and I won’t lie and say that thought hadn’t been messing with my head all day. “Beautiful, Anna. Fuckin’ prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire twenty-eight years of living. A far cry from just fine,”
