Valentine Teller took a shower, washed her hair, blow-dried it, and put on her favorite pink chiffon dress.
Even though she wasn't very tall, her leg proportions were excellent.
The dress outlined her graceful curves, and below the hem, her lily-white calves looked particularly long.
Valentine looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, her long hair casually draped beside her ears, no need for extra styling, exuding a lazy charm.
She took out her only lip gloss and lightly applied it on her lips, pouting slightly; it was pink, shiny, and tempting like jelly.
She looked at the time, there was still half an hour until six o'clock.
Had he already left and was driving over?
His arm injury should have healed by now, right!
She had been worried for a long time but hadn't dared to call him.
Valentine sketched Mark Reed's face in her mind, imagining what clothes he would wear today.
