ILIANA’S POV
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“That’s perfect.” he breathes, clutching the armrest’s edge, the fingers of his free hand dragging down his jaw, over his chin and his palm covers his mouth. Drowning in his gaze has never given me this much confidence before. I turn my back to him purposefully, glancing myself over in the mirror. The gold mini dress I packed for in case we went out hugs my body, reaching above mis thigh and hands extremely loose at my lower back. Straps support the material over my shoulder blades, and it’s hidden behind my loose locks. Even I have to admit I look good in this dress, yet it’s something I never thought I’d actually wear. “It’s not too much?” I spin on the matching gold heels, facing him. My heart leaps into my throat as I find him right behind me. How he snuck up without
