He had a kind of face that could stop you in your tracks."
Melania's voice softened as she spoke, her eyes shimmering. "A strong jaw, curved perfectly… and the muscles in his neck flowed down into broad shoulders. His arms were powerful, his thighs and calves firm. His chest—" she hesitated, a small smile curling her lips, "—and his abs… everything about him was strength and grace. His eyes… sky blue, like they could see right through me. His smile… it carved its way into my heart."
She clasped her hands as if holding the memory close. "When he hugged me, his body was warm, steady—safe. His voice was deep, serious… and when his lips brushed my ear, he whispered, 'I really do love you.'
Iris smirked. "Sounds like Brad Pitt or Keanu Reeves."
Melania sank against the window, resting her chin in her palm. "I know… and even if he existed, he'd never like me. Not like this. I'm ugly."
