Chapter 39 Tyler's Word Of Apology

• As Tyler sat on the comfortable leather sofa, I picked up my glass of wine from the glass table separating us and took a gentle sip.
• Of course, I saw the excitement still written on Tyler’s face as I took that gentle sip. To him I looked beautifully different. I mean, how couldn’t I? I was dressed in a long gown with a strapped arm. I was stylish like a model on the runway and as beautiful as the queen goddess herself.
• “You... you... look beautiful, Alda,” he stammered.