" Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking, Emma." Asher's eyes spoke before his mouth moved.
" Thank you." She held her golden clutch tighter than required, then quipped, " You don't look too bad yourself."
Asher raised an eyebrow in reply; she blushed abashedly.
" Shall we?" She took his hand and they walked out of the building with meaningful silence.
Asher dressed in a tux, one that was a sight for sore eyes, his appeal remained unchartered and she couldn't help but notice his fit arms.
Her husband's arm consistently put every other to shame and oftentimes, she wondered how he stayed in shape, especially with his demanding job and tight schedules.
" Why am I not surprised?" Emma said when she caught sight of the black Limousine parked in front of the house. " Couldn't we use something less conspicuous?"
A suited man opened the door and Asher urged her in, following sharply behind her.