The next day…

Thalia slipped into the gown George had gifted her, the dress clung to her curves with liquid grace, its neckline cut deep into a plunging V that stopped just above her waist, exposing her cleavage.

The fabric was black in colour ,shimmering under the chandelier, flowing down her legs with a slit so high it revealed the smooth length of her thigh at every step. Her hair fell soft, cascading over her shoulders, framing her flawless face. A diamond necklace rested against ...