Augustine got ready quickly. He was wearing a suit of a deep shade of green. He stood in the hall, pulling his crisp white sleeves out slightly and adjusting his diamond cufflinks. His Rolax gleamed under the bright light as he checked the time.
In the meantime, he heard footsteps descending the stairs. He turned his head and looked up, only to see Anne coming down.
His heart thumped loudly—and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. His eyes widened, admiration flashing across his sharp features.
He had seen beautiful women draped in designer gowns at elite parties, but none had ever left him as mesmerized as Anne did at that moment. His gaze roamed over her, taking in the way the dress sculpted her figure, how it highlighted every soft curve and swayed elegantly with her movements.
