Annabelle Linton looked down as she fastened his last button. Hearing his comment, she looked up at him, confused. "What's different?"
'I don't know. It just feels... different.'
'Hmm… Is it that she's smiling more? More playful, more prone to joking? No, that's not it. She's usually like this. But it just feels different. There's a feeling I can't quite describe.'
Leona Grant looked down at her, his gaze meeting her large, clear eyes.
Her eyelashes were thick, long, and perfectly curled, as beautiful as false ones, fluttering delicately.
With her bright eyes, pearly teeth, and an indescribable allure, meeting her gaze for more than three seconds was enough to make anyone's heart race.
Leona Grant moved in the upper echelons of society. He'd encountered countless women of all types—voluptuous, slender, you name it—all trying to get close to him. Honestly, he'd seen more of them than he'd eaten meals.
But he had to admit, beauty like Annabelle Linton's was truly a rare sight.
