He silently watch how the velvet red carpet shimmers. A bunch of dark fabric suit and ties, and glittering ballgowns walk across the sophisticated victorian hall, all under the Minka Lavery Isabella's Crown chandelier.
In the sea of luxury and grace, she stood out -- for his eyes.
He stared in awe.
He forgot to straighten his double-breasted notch lapel tuxedo, incorporated with a black bow.
She stood there, while her satin ballgown perfectly embraced her curves. As she walk towards him, the gown's long back swiftly kissed the floor. Her garment of mixed burgundy and black stood out from the crowd of gold and silver.
She possess both innocence and deviance.
A rebel angel.