92- Was I Not Desirable?

(1 month later)

Aniya was standing before a full-length mirror pouting at her image. She lifted her black hair off her neck to examine herself, “I think a bun at the top will look more suitable,”

The bathroom door opened, and Derek stepped out with a towel around him. He ran a slow gaze at Aniya who was wearing a blush pink gown that flowed just below her knees. The off-shoulder neckline that was lined with lace was giving her an ethereal look.

He tried his best to take his eyes off her and started dressing up. After buttoning up his tailored charcoal gray suit jacket, he smirked.

She was still confused about her hairstyle.

“Whatever style you will decide, believe me. You will ace it.” He said and started brushing his fingers through his partially wet hair.

When she didn’t respond and the pout stayed there on her lips, he walked up behind her and placed his hands on her bare shoulders.

“What’s the fuss about?” he muttered close to her ear, causing goosebumps on her skin.

“I can’t deci