Never a moment of peace

Mr. Blackwood, ever the gentleman, followed a few steps behind Anna, his eyes taking in the way her brown hair cascaded down her back like a chocolate waterfall, catching the light with subtle auburn highlights.

They had come to one of the biggest Boutiques in the city. Mr. Blackwood wanted to get her new clothes as her old ones had been burned in the fire. For the past week, she had been wearing his shirts to stay at home and even though she looked beautiful in anything, he wanted to watch her in her feminine energy; he would rather see her in a sexy gown than a baggy top and jeans.

They had already made two picks, but Mr. Blackwood was not impressed. As they walked through the cloth racks, suddenly, her steps faltered. She stood before a rack of shimmering gowns, a deep emerald green catching her eye, it was just the same color as her pretty eyes.

The gown flowed like liquid silk, stepping closer with excitement in her eyes, her fingers traced the delicate design embedded on it, a l