The day finally arrived.
Their place was quiet, but there was a subtle energy in the air, like the kind before a big fight, only warmer. More personal.
Damon stood by the mirror fixing his watch strap, while Svetlana moved around the bedroom, adjusting the simple but elegant dress she'd chosen.
It wasn't as extravagant as the one she wore during their dinner in Italy, but it didn't need to be. It fit her perfectly, graceful, soft in color, and effortlessly stunning. Damon couldn't take his eyes off her.
When they stepped out of the apartment, he reached for her hand and gave it a little spin, watching her turn with a half-laugh.
"You look gorgeous," he said, plain and clear.
Svetlana chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "With all these compliments, I might think I'm the most beautiful woman in the world."
Damon didn't skip a beat. He stepped closer, slipped his arm around her waist, and leaned in with a low, teasing grin.
"Who says you're not?"
