Anelisa
I appeared before him again, this time, I struck a pose, and it's like a surge of admiration flushes him as he has gone speechless.
Perfect, I'm not going back to that hell of a closet. My cheeks flushed red as I intended to draw closer but then he heaves.
"More," he whispered, his voice husky with anticipation.
I laughed, bitterly and then glared at him. Is this some kind of fashion show where I get to show different things I'd want to try on?
In anger, I vanished back, swearing at Dirna as the next outfit she threw on me looked more like I was a beggar.
I don't like it either because it makes me look like a fighter or a huntress from the pictures I do see.
It emphasized an athletic physique which of course I don't have. Lazily dragging my legs out, I met his gaze.
He looked like he just unwrapped a present and I saw his lips twitch upward before he stood up.
He didn't say anything which definitely proves his satisfaction.
