Nefretiri
"You're staring," I whispered, standing at the bottom of the stairs, unsure if I should turn around and go back upstairs.
"You look…" Ivan's mouth was still on the ground, his eyes moving all over me, like he couldn't decide where to focus on.
"It's… different," I admitted, smoothing out the emerald-green dress, aware that it was worth more than all my clothes back in New Mexico.
"You look…" Ivan muttered again, coming closer, but stopping a few feet away.
"Ivan can't talk!" Vince swooped up beside us, his eyes wide at his cousin's reaction. "Hey, Ivan? You alright, man?"
"She looks…" My mate repeated the same thing, barely acknowledging his cousin. I would've been worried if not for the hungry look in his eyes.
"You like it?"
The dress was elegant, something I never had time to be.
