His Disappointment

"A wedding?" Marcella raised her brows.

The smile on her face was replaced with a grimace as she tried to keep her appearance. When she looked at those dresses, she did feel sad for a moment because she never got to wear a pretty dress at her wedding.

"Those dresses…" she pointed at them. "I don't even like them," she chuckled awkwardly. "Let's go…"

Tony stared at her back as she walked to the front. She says she doesn't like those types of dresses, but she was wearing one such dress for prom. He could say she loved the dress by the way she walked, no, glided in those matching shoes.

Ah, she smelled so much more beautiful than she usually did. When they danced on the dance floor, she looked like a lily as her dress flowed around her with the ruffles on her shoulders. Chiffon, was it?

The fabric was soft. She was wearing gloves but he had a chance to hold her bare hand. She was the softest.