By 6 PM, she was ready.
When she stepped out of her room, the world seemed to pause.
The dark robe wrapped around her like midnight itself, hugging her form but flowing softly with her every step. It brought out the warm undertone of her fair skin, making her look almost ethereal like a noble spirit walking out of a legend.
Her long white hair was swept up, secured with the sharp silver pin, a few loose strands falling gracefully around her cheeks. The simple gold heart locket rested right against her collarbone, catching the faintest glint of light as she moved.
She didn't need heavy jewelry.
She didn't need dramatic makeup.
She simply existed and looked stunning.
Adrian forgot to blink.
His breath caught somewhere in his throat, and he quickly looked away as if staring longer might set something on fire.
Milo stood there with his mouth slightly open, blinking slowly. "Wife…" he whispered, "you look like a powerful queen in a storybook…"
