"The first thing I saw when I pushed the door open was your back—very beautiful... I think this dress suits you perfectly, without giving off any exposed feeling." He praised sincerely. He could finally understand why Becca, whose appearance didn't seem to surpass Alice Robinson's at first glance, could occupy Howard Geoffrey's entire heart. Because Becca's beauty was such that each time you saw her, you would be even more amazed by her beauty than the last; her beauty was like musical notes that could play enchanting tunes, each time different, each time mesmerizing.
Thinking of the starlets in gorgeous clothes walking on the red carpet on TV, each one's impact far exceeded this dress of hers, Becca was no longer worried. "Alright!"
"Since you're my date, tonight you might have to put up with me acting a bit." Saying this, Chester Robinson, dressed in a handsome iron-gray suit, made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation to Becca.
