She walked into the room wearing a Chanel blue knee-length party wear.Teamed with YSL earrings,a Gucci handbag,a silver Cartier watch and a pair of white and black intricately styled Christian Louboutin pumps, she was dressed to kill.All eyes were on her.Heads turned as she walked by.
She was the idea of perfect woman every girl wanted to be.She was the ideal woman every guy wanted to be seen with.
With her grey eyes,short-cropped brown hair,perfectly high cheekbones,a sharp aristocratic nose and a killer smile she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She was walking into the room her head held high perfectly aware that her every move was being watched.Girls and other women were eyeing her enviously.
Most women of his acquaintance would have gotten self-conscious.But her stride did not falter even for a second.She carried herself confidently and yet with a devil-may-care attitude.She was shy yet bold.She was friendly yet shrewd.She was strong yet vulnerable.She was surrounded by people everywhere she went.God knew she was attractive.Yet there was a look of loneliness in her eyes.He could see that on her face.
She walked past him not glancing in his direction.She would stop occasionally to meet and greet her friends.Then she would again be on her way.He noticed that she walked past the bar.She walked right through the open terrace doors.The host for the evening had made it clear that the guests were welcome to continue the party on the terrace.
She just stood there breathing in the crisp London air.She was not wearing a jacket.She ought to be cold.But that did not seem to bother her.She was actually trying to not pay attention to the stares she was so accustomed to getting,bother her.
He could not see her face so he could not make out her expression.But she did not seem like the kind of woman who would pay a great deal of attention to something as trivial as this.
But something was wrong.He could sense the tension coming in waves off her body.
Logan decided to go on to the terrace and give her company.He started but stopped cold in his tracks.It was a painful reminder of the night he had lost Sara.He had wanted to help her but the plan had backfired and he had lost her forever.
But this somehow felt different, he argued with himself.Before he could talk himself out of this he started walking towards the open terrace doors.
He would have lots of time to contemplate his decision once he reached home.But for now,just this once, he wanted to forget everything and just be with her.
(to be continued)
She was the idea of perfect woman every girl wanted to be.She was the ideal woman every guy wanted to be seen with.
With her grey eyes,short-cropped brown hair,perfectly high cheekbones,a sharp aristocratic nose and a killer smile she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She was walking into the room her head held high perfectly aware that her every move was being watched.Girls and other women were eyeing her enviously.
Most women of his acquaintance would have gotten self-conscious.But her stride did not falter even for a second.She carried herself confidently and yet with a devil-may-care attitude.She was shy yet bold.She was friendly yet shrewd.She was strong yet vulnerable.She was surrounded by people everywhere she went.God knew she was attractive.Yet there was a look of loneliness in her eyes.He could see that on her face.
She walked past him not glancing in his direction.She would stop occasionally to meet and greet her friends.Then she would again be on her way.He noticed that she walked past the bar.She walked right through the open terrace doors.The host for the evening had made it clear that the guests were welcome to continue the party on the terrace.
She just stood there breathing in the crisp London air.She was not wearing a jacket.She ought to be cold.But that did not seem to bother her.She was actually trying to not pay attention to the stares she was so accustomed to getting,bother her.
He could not see her face so he could not make out her expression.But she did not seem like the kind of woman who would pay a great deal of attention to something as trivial as this.
But something was wrong.He could sense the tension coming in waves off her body.
Logan decided to go on to the terrace and give her company.He started but stopped cold in his tracks.It was a painful reminder of the night he had lost Sara.He had wanted to help her but the plan had backfired and he had lost her forever.
But this somehow felt different, he argued with himself.Before he could talk himself out of this he started walking towards the open terrace doors.
He would have lots of time to contemplate his decision once he reached home.But for now,just this once, he wanted to forget everything and just be with her.
(to be continued)
