Fifty Shades Of Ugly
The old man's face had turned a deep shade of crimson, and he seemed to be struggling to tear his eyes away from Lady Leggy.
Grey's eyes were fixed on her, his gaze drinking in every detail of her appearance, from the sparkling tiara on her head to the delicate, sparkling embroidery on her gown. His mouth was slightly ajar, and his eyes had taken on a look of wonder, as if he had just seen a miracle.
Lady Leggy, seeming to sense Grey's gaze, turned her attention to him, and a sly smile spread across her face. She raised an eyebrow, and her eyes sparkled with mischief, as if daring Grey to keep staring.