Seemingly drunk yet not, she was especially enticing.
Her long, soft nightgown clung to her body; purity and allure are inherently the most contradictory of things, but when she let her black hair fall naturally and looked at him with a hazy smile, they were expressed to the extreme.
The black long hair framing her cheeks, highlighting her delicate face, and those crystal-clear eyes like black diamonds exuded purity so alluring, one couldn't help but feel a desire both to cherish and destroy.
Never before had feelings stirred, but once they did, there was no stopping them.
He sipped champagne, and met Charlotte Miller's gaze, listening to her slightly tipsy coquetry: "Everywhere looks so good... every place..."
Feeling almost unable to stand, Charlotte swayed slightly, and then tiptoed to steady herself more, but ended up falling entirely into Atlas Hallow's embrace: "I feel a bit dizzy, can you get me some honey water to drink?"
