Calhoun was waiting at the end of the staircase. He kept on checking his gold-plated Rolex watch. He had got it at the boutique earlier today. Ariana had said it looked good on him and he knew at that moment that the wristwatch had automatically become his favourite.
He straightened his tuxedo one more time. Making sure he made the right choice of shoes as well.
Finally, the door opened. Calhoun could hear the sound of Ariana's heeled shoes as she approached. He lifted his eyes and at the top of the stairs was an angel. His angel.
Her radiance flooded the room. Ariana appeared like a goddess in the glittering red gown that started off from her chest midway, down, as it swept the floor. Calhoun gasped as he noticed all her curves perfectly displayed.
She descended the stairs with el
