A week passed and Eve came down the stairs in what she'd call 'the black version of her strawberry dress' that she wore on her first date. Her crimson hair was swept to one side and over her chest, framing half of her face in big waves. A silver butterfly pin clipped it in place.
All eyes turned in her direction as she made her descent.
Whispering among themselves, Eve flashed a polite smile. Her silver pumps clacked on the marble steps. She glided over them in one smooth motion—as if walking on butter. Ambryan met her on the last step and offered his arm.
He wore a black suit with a dress shirt and a red tie. Their matching attire hadn't gone unnoticed nor had the pink diamond ring on Eve's finger. They headed towards the crowd, smiling and greeting familiar faces.
Have a good day!
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