WHO IS THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN BEFORE ME?

WHO IS THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN BEFORE ME?

"Who is this beautiful man before me? He looks like he fell from heaven," Emelia thought.

His green eyes stared at her as if peeping into her soul, his lush lips were speaking to her but she couldn't listen, his words fell like warm whispers all over her. His skin was smooth, not a spot on his lovely face.

She herself had green eyes, but his eyes were unique. It was green, mixed with little freckles of silver pecks, A long pair of eyelashes closed over them whenever he blinked. It was mesmerizing.

"Miss, are you okay?" The man asked, but the woman seemed lost.

Emelia was enthralled with the man standing in front of her, his figure was so perfect, she wanted to kneel down and thank her star for bringing her to witness the man.

"Hello, anyone there?" He waved his hands across her face.

Emelia blinked, once, then again, recovering herself.