As soon as the door closed, the girl threw herself into Byron's arms with a heady scent of perfume. The latter, caught off guard by her full-bodied embrace, stumbled back a step before steadying himself.
"Welcome home!"
Even though they had communicated several times, Catherine only truly relaxed when she saw Byron in the flesh, unharmed.
Catherine had obviously dressed up today to welcome Byron's safe return. Her flaming red lips and lake-green eyes were like two pools of crystal-clear water; her delicate skin as white and flawless as porcelain. Her exquisite, frill-laced dress outlined a perfect, alluring figure. Her exposed collarbone and the hint of snowy whiteness beneath were particularly enticing. On her feet was a pair of glittering Crystal High Heels, making her tall figure nearly as lofty as Byron's.
