Carmen stood there in the doorway, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
She wasn't just beautiful—she was breathtaking.
Her suit was tailored to perfection, a deep black that contrasted sharply with the crisp white dress shirt underneath.
The jacket hugged her broad shoulders, tapering down to her waist in a way that was effortlessly elegant, while the slacks were cut just right, elongating her frame and hinting at the strength beneath.
A black vest added an extra layer of sophistication, the silver buttons gleaming subtly under the soft glow of the room's lights.
But what really made me speechless was the way she wore it. Carmen had this air about her, a kind of quiet confidence that made every movement look deliberate, every step seem like part of some unseen choreography.
The suit only amplified it, making her look like she had stepped straight out of a dream—my dream.