[It's on one such glance over his book that Elizabeth steps out, only this time his eyes don't drift back to its pages. Instead, they remain riveted, widening slightly as he looks her up and down, just taking the outfit in. Now he sees what she meant when she said something that would "slide right off of her," because that dress certainly looks like it would do just that.
But... it's beautiful. Beautiful, and elegant, and she looks beautiful in it, and he knows that staring isn't polite but he can't seem to pull his eyes away from her right now.
She really does look like a woman. For a brief moment he wonders how she could possibly feel that she couldn't compare to the bikini-clad women on the beach-- in his opinion, she's far more stunning than any of them.
And his opinion is probably very obvious on his face right now, even though he hasn't yet said a word.]
[Action, July 19th]
But... it's beautiful. Beautiful, and elegant, and she looks beautiful in it, and he knows that staring isn't polite but he can't seem to pull his eyes away from her right now.
She really does look like a woman. For a brief moment he wonders how she could possibly feel that she couldn't compare to the bikini-clad women on the beach-- in his opinion, she's far more stunning than any of them.
And his opinion is probably very obvious on his face right now, even though he hasn't yet said a word.]