She was glorious. An angel. The most beautiful woman Lucern had seen in his life, and that was saying something. He was tongue-tied with amazement. He simply watched in awe as she descended the steps. She was only halfway down when she spotted him. She immediately paused, blinked, then scowled. “You aren’t ready!” It was Lucern’s turn to blink. His angel was bellowing. She was also frantic. The serene vision was gone.
I thought this scene was adorable and funny.
