Unlike usual, he wore something semi-formal: a dark brown blazer over a beige shirt, the top button left undone just enough to soften his image. It was simple, yet it made him look even more striking, almost unreal against the backdrop of the rooftop lights.
Oh my, my, my … how could a man be this effortlessly handsome?
For a split second, I wanted to slap myself for ever daring to call him "just a friend." Could someone like this really be my husband? The thought made me want to bite the hem of my dress and cry a river, especially when I remembered this was only supposed to be an arranged marriage.
At least Penny stayed quiet. If she had teased me right then, I might have actually tried to shove Lando back into the "friend zone" just to save myself.
"You're also worth looking at." My throat tightened, and my voice came out rougher than I meant. I quickly corrected myself, cheeks burning. "I mean … you look really handsome tonight, husband."
