17 His Electrifying Touch

Lilian stared at herself in the mirror, a white flowery tank top and brown casual jeans hugging her pale, milky skin. She reviewed herself up and down, but still, she couldn't claim in her mind that she had the worthy appearance to walk by Richard's side. Yes, that busy, extravagant, intimidating and heavenly handsome man was supposed to tag her along. But no matter how many dresses she tried, it wasn't enough to match his standards to be a suitable couple. The colours she adored differed from what Richard preferred, making her wonder if there were even the slightest possibilities of reaching each other in this broad diversification they represented. Even their likings, the things they preferred, the things they enjoyed and the group of people they shared in part of their life were totally contrasting; even the drinks they preferred were different. How did she even fall for a man so much more distinct than her?

Finally giving up on messing her wardrobe more than it already was, the gi