After waiting for twenty minutes, Kaitlyn Webb finally walked out slowly.
The receptionist had a good eye. The clothes she picked out for her perfectly matched her temperament.
A sleeveless chiffon dress, with a hemline above the knee, the pink and blue tones accentuated her fair, dewy skin, looking almost as if you could squeeze water out of it.
Morgan Benson was still leaning against the wall. Upon hearing the door open, he glanced sideways at her, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before breaking into a smile.
"You're beautiful." He straightened up, took a step forward, wrapped his long arm around her shoulder, and complimented her softly.
"This dress is exactly to my liking." Kaitlyn glanced down, took in every detail, and her face lit up with joy, clearly very satisfied.
"Let's go." The man ushered her out of the room with his arm around her.
