Dominic
Eloise gets invited to go shopping with her friend on Saturday. It's a gloomy, gray, rainy day, so the glimpse I get of Eloise before she leaves is a welcome sight for my sorry eyes. She wears a pair of loose faded blue jeans that are flared at the bottom and a candy-apple red sweater. She has put a little more effort into her makeup than usual, wearing a thin swipe of black eyeliner and a shade of red lipstick only slightly darker than her sweater. Eloise usually wears neutral, temperate colors, so it is a bit startling to see her so vivid and vibrant. I enjoy this look on her. It really emphasizes the malleability of her beauty. She would look beautiful in a burlap sack.
"Beautiful," I sigh, pulling her into my arms for a tight embrace. She puts her cheek on my chest and I feel
