Already dressed, Zheme sat on the bed, watching as Lexie dug through the closet in search of a dress. She had tried on many, all of which looked extraordinarily beautiful to him, yet her incessant search had yet to end.

She'd put them on and then just fling them off and at the moment she was becoming quite annoying.

Sighing in obvious frustration, he leaned back, using his palms which were pressed flat against the bed as leverage. "We're already running late, choose one and let's go."

Lexie looked back at him, eyes narrowed. "Since it's so easy, you choose."

At that, Zheme's head tilted a little to the left....