Nolan:
She descended the stairs with the kind of grace that didn’t belong to this world.
It wasn’t the dress, though it helped. And truth be told, I couldn't even bring myself to look away from her.
Midnight blue, fitted at the waist, delicate straps that revealed the soft curve of her shoulders. It wasn’t the way her hair was pinned up with just enough strands falling around her face to frame it like art.
It was her.
It was the aura that she emitted.
It was the fact that she didn’t seem to know how beautiful she looked. That she wasn’t trying to impress anyone. That she moved like someone who had nothing to prove, and yet still managed to turn every goddamn head in the packhouse as she walked by.
Including mine.
Especially mine.
I stood at the base of the stairs, my mouth set in
