Lorenzo left the balcony to meet Ashley, who looked stunning in the yellow dress. It clung a little tightly to her frame, likely because she was curvier than Genevieve. But that only made her look even more breathtaking.
For a moment, he lost focus, momentarily breathless. Every outfit he'd seen her on always transformed her as though she redefined the meaning of "beautiful" with each passing second. He couldn't fathom how foolish Christian must've been not to cherish such gem.
A soft clearing of Ashley's throat brought him back to reality. He blinked, then scratched his head, his eyes darting awkwardly.
"Thanks for the dress," she said, rubbing her arm—a nervous habit that hadn't escaped his notice.
Aware Lorenzo had a sister, Ashley didn't see the need to ask who owned the dress. It was obvious.
"It's nothing," Lorenzo replied, trying to shake off his flustered state.
