She limped out from behind the bead curtains — squeaky clean, wearing a cute white dress under her filthy jacket, paired with heavy black boots. Not exactly the best choice for snowfall.
A true fashion catastrophe.
But Dante couldn’t hold back a fond smile.
With her hair curling like that after a good shower, smiling in that ridiculous outfit, she looked damn cute.
Younger than she usually did.
Her age… he didn’t even remember asking about it.
“What do you think?”
She spun on her good leg, a little unsteady, catching herself at the last second. The loose skirt fluttered, flashing her legs before settling back into place.
“Don’t say anything. I know.” She pressed a hand to her chest, her confidence exaggerated enough to make the sarcasm obvious. “Stunning.”