EMILY’S POV.
I froze on the spot I was. My eyes were stuck in his, and his in mine.
Even if a hundred years had passed, and I had seen a billion men, there was no way I would ever forget the face of the man I was staring at.
Soft brown hair, which was now styled sweetly, showing the low cut on the sides of his head… dark eyelashes, smooth eyebrows…
It turned out those eyes were as enchanting as the rest of his features. They were a deep green. Green like the forests pronouncing freedom.
