Thirty-two

I smiled at myself, adoring how good I looked, as I stared at my reflection in the large, rectangular-shaped mirror which was placed on the wall in front of me, in Ryan's guest room. Ryan kind of had a nice sense of fashion. The dark, shiny evening gown he had bought was very beautiful, matching the silver slingback heels I had on. The hairstylist had given me a little hair cut, and had styled my hair in wavy curls. Overall, the slight makeup on my face was perfect. 

I cupped my hands around my jaw, flushing like an infatuated teenager. "You're pretty," I murmured to myself. 

"You're done?" Hearing Ryan's voice, I turned to him. 

He leaned his shoulder over the door frame, his arms curled around his chest. I couldn't help but notice him. The dark blue shirt he wore, matched his black chino pants and brown lace up shoes. Also, he had style his hair in classic taper cut, which made him look so handsome.