Her hair which is long, longer than I even expected, is in curls and is pinned to one side. And her face is beautiful beyond description.
Her makeup is done perfectly enhancing the beauty that she already is, and the emerald color of her eyes stand out even more than usual. She is here, she actually came, and I thought she won’t be here.
As she begins to come down the stairs I notice every man in the rooms eyes are fixated on one thing, Malaya. Now I feel like kicking myself for not asking her.
As her many adoring fans wait in a pool at the bottom of the stairs 90 percent of which ditching their dates for the dance just to win a chance with her. She walks in the epitome of confidence.
If there was ever a Goddess Aphrodite, she is standing in front of me. She walks past me almost like she didn’t even notice I’m alive, and then Amy grips my arms tighter than before, I actually forgot that she was even here. As she walks over to my sister, Kayla lets out a high scream.
Not good for immortal ears, my sister is gushing over how good Malaya looks right now. But none of the words that she is using to describe her do any justice. Malaya rolls her eyes almost like she doesn’t believe her and subtly changes the topic to how stunning my sister looks; Amy is still talking about herself. All I heard is something about her toenail polish and handbag matching.