"Arthur, are you ready?"
Evangeline's voice came from the other side of the door just as that strange chill ran down Arthur's spine. He shook it off and walked to the door.
He opened it.
Evangeline stood in front of him.
She wore a gown the same magenta shade as her hair. The dress hugged her figure at the waist, the neckline dipping just enough to be called revealing without losing elegance, and a slit along one side showed a glimpse of her leg when she moved. With her hair styled in loose waves and light makeup highlighting her violet eyes and lips, she looked ravishing—drop-dead gorgeous.
Arthur's gaze unconsciously travelled from bust to waist.
'Yeah… the gods definitely blessed her in more than one way,' he thought.
Evangeline, meanwhile, was openly looking him over.
