Lucien
Lyanna Sanders.
She is quite the delight. The only lady who has the guts to snap back at me, or make me feel like a total dickhead. She's also the only lady who has been bold enough to cup my cheeks, ready to give me a kiss.
She is just.. otherworldly Tonight is supposed to be the night I make it up to her. She's been through so much because of me, it's only right I fix it for her.
My eyes catch a peek of her at the entrance. I straighten myself to give her a proper look.
There she stands, looking like a complete work of art.
The dress hugs her in the right places, a delicacy for the eyes. The lavender complements her rich, golden olive skin. The gentle rays of the sun casting its golden hues on her make her all the more dreamy. Her golden brown hair cascades down her shoulders.
Her soft, bottomless brown eyes seem even more ethereal with the sunlight hitting them.
This is living art in front of me.
She walks over to where I stand, her lashes fluttering.
