It was finally afternoon, and today the sun was out.
The sun had climbed halfway into the sky by the time it was noon, preparations were already made, and it was left for the individuals to arrive.
Roman stood in front of Anya, adjusting his shirt. His heart beat a little faster than usual. It was finally time, he was going to be in front of people from the city and couldn't be looking like a guy from the boonies even though he was.
"Perfect, but I still don't know who you're trying to impress; you're already handsome as it is," Anya spoke.
"It's not about that; I just want to look good too," Roman replied.
He and Anya stepped out of his room to see Amelia waiting in the living room, her usual smile lighting up her face as she saw Roman.
He was truly handsome, more handsome than any males she had seen.
She wore a simple dress with a blue ribbon tied around her waist—clean and elegant.
"You look good," Amelia said, smoothing his shoulder with her hands.
