Angel stared at her, taking in how much she had grown in the years he had been away. The last time he had seen her, she was still a girl, yet now, though a woman, she still looked almost like a teen. From her surprised expression, he could tell that no one had mentioned his coming to attend her wedding, and he wished he hadn't arrived at this particular moment to meet her before her wedding.
Her brown eyes were as he remembered, only now sharpened with a subtle draw at the sides that made them cat-like. She had long, curled eyelashes, and the rims of her eyes were pink and irritated from vomiting. He noted everything, every small change and every familiar detail, as if committing her face to memory all over again.
