She felt she waited a lifetime for this moment. She found a great dress in Tess’s closet and she felt she it looked good on her. Sexy but covered enough that they could get through dinner. So she thought anyways.
But, God, Francis was looking his best. He had a light blue shirt on that complemented his skin. His hair was neatly tided back, even if she preferred his curls all over his face, but she appreciated his efforts to look good. He could wear a garbage bag and he would still look like a God. This guy had only beauty on him, soul and all.
She was looking at his serious face while he was driving away. He turned to look at her and the most luminous smile light up on his face. He was gorgeous. And she was, oh, so in love, she could barely hold off not to kiss him here and there.