Heena looked up at the Third Groom, and her internal monologue came to a screeching halt.
Well, she thought, blinking slightly. He is a very pretty little man.
"Gorgeous" was honestly the only word to describe him. He had perfectly fair, flawless skin that looked as smooth as porcelain. His eyes were a normal, deep black, but they were large and doe-like, giving him an incredibly innocent, striking appearance. He was dressed in flowing, elegant robes, and even his fingernails were perfectly manicured and beautiful.
But what really caught Heena's attention were his lips. They were so naturally red and perfectly shaped that Heena genuinely felt a sudden, petty flash of shame about her own lips, which were a slightly more natural, browner shade.
She caught herself lingering on his pretty face for a few seconds longer than necessary, purely appreciating the aesthetics.
Suddenly, a heavy, suffocating pressure hit the side of her head.
