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Rhys's eyes were locked onto Mara’s irises as she held onto her silver flowing dress, with a soft smile creased on her face as she walked down the stairs.

He couldn't help but stare at how beautiful she looked, walking down the stairs, graced in her beautiful silver dress.

She was truly breathtaking, with her long red hair wrapped around in long waves with a small ribbon placed right on top. Her well-defined juicy lips with the upper lip almost in the shape of a heart that lingered a sweet, caring smile painted with deep crimson lipstick, and her pinkish cheeks and small apart little freckles all came into view when she came up close to Rhys.

The space between them slowly closed up as the music by the garden sort of increased when he grabbed her by the hand.

“You…” Rhys stuttered, staring into her eyes unable to look away. He’d slowly gone lost in them. Just when she etched closer, he leaned forward whispering into her ears.

“You look so beautiful,” He said, with a smile creaesd on