*Mila*

The night of the party, I got dressed up in a slip of a dress that hugged my curves tightly. It fell elegantly to my ankles and had a slit up the leg to my thigh. It had spaghetti straps. The dress was a crimson red satin with a lighter red chiffon covering.

It was the most dressed up I’d been in a long time. Even more beautiful than the time Soren took me to lunch in the gardens.

I ran my hands up and down my sides, delighting in ...