"That's..." Anthony took a sip of his wine glass and then cleared his throat. "One kind of a dress, it looks fantastic on you."
"Many thanks—"
"Young Lady, is that made out of lace and tulle?"
She turned around, only to see his cat ears perked up, twitching in joy. His splendor feature was awe-struck in the night, most especially his dichromatic eyes—aquamarine and amber colors—that sized her up and down.
"Indeed, this is an ombre dress, Mr…." She trailed off her voice as she gazed at him softly.
"Ombre dress?!" All of a sudden, he leaned forward with utmost interest. "You! Where are you from?!"
Anasthasia stared at him with skepticism, arching her eyebrows; on the other hand, he turned around, and everyone stared at him witless. Afterwhich, he subtly cleared his throat.
