Chapter 132

"So? Don't I look dashing?" he said, clearly fishing for compliments. To be fair, his charisma was right on par with Lucian's-it just came down to personal taste. Lucian had this calm, refined vibe about him. You'd never guess from just looking at him that he could lock a woman in a dark room and walk away without flinching. Forrest, on the other hand, came off more chill and approachable. He never liked being put on a pedestal-he was just naturally easy to be around. Ariella looked at him, eyes full of fondness. That one look was enough to put a smile on Forrest's face. "We match, don't we?" he asked, wrapping one arm around her shoulder as they stood in front of the mirror together. "We do." The outfits matched great. And deep down, she figured they made a good pair too. "Hold up, my phone's ringing-I need to grab this real quick," Forrest said, jogging to his bedroom. The screen lit up with the name: "Lucian." He picked up the phone and walked into the guest room where Ariella was.