Donovan had never seen a finer woman, whose beauty and pure sensuality had him almost stupefied. His body so wholly rejected the thought that this was the Alexia Valentino he knew for years, for he would've seen her as the diamond she was long ago, not years after. But it was an irrational thought, and so he dismissed it for wholly drinking her beauty in.
She descended down the stairs in a languid unhurried manner, the poise and grace of it impeccable, she was beautifully clad in a navy blue dress that clung elegantly to her ample curves. The neckline featured a subtle plunge, and the dress had a tasteful slit that hinted at her legs. The fabric had delicate embroidery along the hem, and the ensemble was classy and sophisticated, with a simple yet alluring design. Her wavy blonde hair fra
