[Evening]
"It seems my wife is far too eager to meet my aunt," Daniel murmured as he walked toward the dressing table.
Anna froze for half a second before her reflection caught his. She was dressed elegantly, the fabric of her dress hugging her curves as if it had been designed with only her in mind. The soft glow of the lights reflected off her skin, and for a moment, Daniel simply stood there, watching.
He had never once concerned himself with her weight, her choices, or the way society expected a woman to look. To him, Anna had always been beautiful in ways that had nothing to do with mirrors. And yet, tonight, seeing her like this made something tighten in his chest.
Anna met his gaze through the mirror, one brow lifting slightly. "You're staring," she said lightly, though the faint smile on her lips betrayed her awareness of its effect on him.
