IT was Her fingers holding the white wine in a stylish tumbler. Her fingers were both beautifully cared for and delicate. Amy Sulighan was very self-concieted about her herself, about her entire look and just about how she carried herself , To that effect she always made sure they were properly displayed no matter the chance she got , as she was doing just then. She took her glass in her hands with the bottle from the wide oak table adjacent to her sitting place and gradually walked towards Elias. This also gave her a perfect opportunity, for now she would be able to see his whole face, with the hope that he didn't mean any of those things he just previously said. She eyed him as he reclined on the silk forest green sofa.
Amy was one of those hopefuls. And she tried all means not to allow
