DAMIEN
My eyes fall on her clothing, and my brows shoot up. She's wearing a purple dress with long sleeves. That's Lyssa's dress. Why didn't I notice this before?
"Why are you wearing Lyssa's dress?" I ask, frustration bristling in my voice. "I told you that I want Lyssa to keep them," I add, a little more firmly than intended, and she flinches. They were my gifts to Lyssa when she was my wife, and I wanted her to keep them.
My preference in females was for those who wore light, pastel colors. They looked feminine to me. But only Lyssa's body could rock a dark or muted colored dress, and I was drawn to the way she carried them. So I bought her this dark purple dress that, at first glance, looked basic. But when it clung to her curves, she looked like a goddess.
Elowen pouts again and says, "She did not take them, so I decided, why let them go to waste? That's why I wore them," she smiles, but then frowns subtly, "Though it's a little tight."
