Later that evening, a polite knock on the bedroom door woke Syrene from her nap. "Come in," she called out, rubbing her eyes.
A housemaid stepped inside carrying a sleek black garment bag and a velvet shoe box. "Good evening, Miss. Mr. Morelli had these delivered for you for tonight's event. I will hang the dress in your closet and set the heels right here," she said smoothly, offering a respectful bow before slipping out.
Fucking royal treatment, huh? Syrene thought, a quiet smile tugging at her lips.
Curious, she jumped out of bed and hurried to unzip the bag. As the silk slipped into view, Syrene’s breath caught. It was a striking baby-blue mini dress made of high-end, heavy satin. It featured a sculpted cowl neckline that hugged her bust, a daringly low open back, and delicate lace-
