Third person pov:
Giana stood in front of the mirror, dabbing a hint of blush on her cheeks and pressing her lips together to even out the gloss.
Tonight, she wanted to keep it light. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders.
When she met her friends outside her house, they all gasped.
"Goddess. Look at you. Tonight Lucien is going to have a heart attack!" The remark made her blush.
"Yeah, girl. Tonight, every male's eyes are going to be on you."
But she didn't want every male's eyes. She only wanted him. She looked up at the sky and made a silent prayer.
Moon Goddess. Please.
Her gown was a pale silver that caught the light with every step. The fabric flowed gently around her legs.
"Our nerdy girl hasn't only gotten great boobs but a great face too!" One of her friends squealed, and Giana couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes.
"Stop exaggerating," She couldn't control the smile as she linked her arms with her friends and headed out.
