Hazel.
For a few seconds, Dominique simply stared at her, his mind seemingly taking its time to catch up with what his eyes were seeing.
Hazel?
She was here? He wasn't dreaming right?
His gaze wandered over her face, almost greedily taking in every familiar detail. Her long hair fell beautifully around her shoulders, framing her delicate features, while her pinkish lips were pressed into their usual composed line.
Those icy eyes of hers were looking somewhere ahead and the faint scar remained visible if someone looked carefully.
His fingers almost moved towards her cheek, an instinctive desire to touch the little mark and check whether it had healed properly.
He wondered whether she had been taking care of herself, whether she had been sleeping enough and whether she had missed him even half as much as he had missed her.
God, she looked beautiful.
But before he could say anything, Hazel turned towards Brittany.
A small, cold smile appeared on her lips.
