Eden’s pov:
To match the dress’ classy vibes, I chose to put my hair down, and styled it in ringlets. I wasn’t a regular user of make-up, but I did have mascara and a cherry lipstick thankfully. And that completed the look.
A quick glance at my phone told me I was running late. It was 7:03 pm.
I anxiously typed a text to Hunter: Coming down rn. Please be there.
Of course! Came his almost instantaneous reply.
The stairs were lowkey daunting. Sure, I could be clumsy. But to further add to my rising anxiety, I felt one too many stares on me as I descended the stairs.
I went down cautiously, very consciously, and pretty damn aware of every whisper, every pair of eyes. Hunter was waiting by the staircase for me, looking ridiculously dashing in his black suit and pristine white shi
