Liam's POV
He couldn't get even one bite inside his mouth, although the roast rib in front of him looked scrumptious. He stole a glance towards his right where the woman was sitting. Luna. That was her name. She was the very personification of beauty. Somehow sitting near him, looking lost in her own thoughts, she appeared more beautiful than he had ever seen her.
Every inch of his body was craving for her. She looked like a pristine marble statue, one that could never be tarnished by the ravages of time- one that was above life itself. His breath quickened as his eyes followed the drop of the curve of her pale neck and towards the more developed parts of her body that were barely concealed by the deep neck of the gown.