Oriana's gaze moved away from his eyes but this time it was to see something which had caught her attention even before, but this prince didn't give her a chance to do anything other than asking her to pay attention only to him.
Arlan watched her looking at the brooch he had attached to the lapel of his coat.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked.
She looked back at him, "Do you really find it beautiful?"
"If not, then I wouldn't be wearing it," he remarked.
She was happy that he really liked it and even wore it tonight.
As they glided in perfect harmony, Arlan could not stop the growing itch urging him to remove Oriana's veil, that damnable thin fabric obstructing him from seeing her beauty in its entirety.
Oriana as a woman, wearing not just any random dress but a gown tailored to hug her curves perfectly, showing off her lithe figure.
