Dean Hwangbo

She was wearing a long, black, formal dress. Her long, curly hair was down and she wore a pair of black heels. She looked at Dean with a blank expression.

Skyah, or should I say, Eliza, was dressed in a beautiful white dress, her hair in a bun and she wore minimal makeup.

You looked at her, your eyes narrowing. She was pretty, but you weren't in the mood for this. Your arms crossed as you let out a huff.