~Darius's POV~
Abigail's wearing the second outfit she tried on back when we were shopping.
The burgundy satin dress that fits her like sin... tight where it should be, flowing like liquid when she moves. The top part… Well, calling it a top still feels generous. It's more like a bra disguised as elegance, but I'm definitely still not complaining. Especially with that sleek coat draped over her shoulders and her dark hair straight and glossy.
She looks like a goddess, and next to her, I feel almost painfully ordinary.
I'm in a loose black suit, the blazer hanging casually off my shoulders. The wide-legged trousers sit just right at my waist, held by a thick black belt with a silver buckle.
The off-white shirt beneath is slightly unbuttoned at the top, revealing a bit of skin and the chain resting against my chest.
Yup! Ordinary.
My hands stay tucked in my pockets as we step out of the car, ignoring the flashes from the cameras bursting in our faces.
