She came down the stairs five minutes after I arrived and blew me away. Her naturally straight hair was done up in a mix of braids and curls with what looked like pearls strewn throughout. Her face was bare of makeup except for a gloss of pink on her lips and she was still breathtaking.
Her only jewelry was the necklace I'd bought her, the bracelet she always wore and the Chanel J12 watch, her dad had given her for her sixteenth birthday. I forgot for those few seconds that we were in a room full of people as I was drawn to her.
I helped her down the last few stairs and it was only then when we reached the bottom and her mom exclaimed about her beauty that I remembered we weren't alone. Then her dad stepped forward and I got to see firsthand how he'd kept her and her siblings safe all these years.
"That bag looks kinda small, you got your kit?"