// P R O L O G U E //

"Tell me something about you, Lace."
"I don't like when you call me that."
He raised his eyebrows, smirking at her attitude, "Why?"
"Because it doesn't suit me," She shrugged, "I'm not seductive or even interesting in that matter. I'm just plain and simple, nothing special - certainly nothing like lace."
He immediately stopped walking, which caused her to stop too since their hands were still holding onto each other. Looking her straight in the eyes, he shook his head, "You're fucking hot, Lacey. All whilst looking classy as shit.
You're everything like lace."