VALERIAN'S POV
My fingers unknowingly played with my bottom lip. I know I’ve been staring for too long, but I just can’t tear my eyes away.
Elodie Beaumont. Soon to be Elodie Blackwood.
She’s talking to someone—I think it’s her sister. Compared to a lot of women here, she’s too simple. And that’s grand.
Her hair wasn’t even done up. It just dangled by her shoulders, swaying and bouncing whenever she moved. Her eyes were deep, but they sparkled like they owned the stars in the sky. A whole damn constellation, just for me.
The way her lips move—whether she’s talking or laughing—it makes my heart flutter. And that’s 'not' normal.
“If my daughter sees you staring at her like a creep, she’d rather jump off the building than walk the aisle to exchange vows with you,” I heard Uncle Harrison
