C35 Thirty-Five

Flynn Vasilios P.O.V

I tried to fixed my bow tie as I walked into the bedroom where Jill was changing. When I entered the room my eyes almost fell out of there sockets.

My pudding look like an angel.

She stood in front of the mirror, applying mascara to her lashes. The dress she was wearing accentuated her curves and brought out her pretty blue-green eyes