SERAPHINA’S POV

I nervously check over my outfit for the night again, obsessing over the low-rise neckline and debating if showcasing a hint of cleavage might come across as too forward.

Cleavage or not?

The dress I've chosen is the shortest one I own, ending at mid-thigh, and its spaghetti straps make me feel exposed.

He's expected any moment now, and after endless pleas and apologies, I managed to persuade Olivia to vacate the room.

The anxiety intensifies with each passing second, and ...