Sofia
The dress lay on the bed like a pool of spilled blood.
It was a slip of silk, a deep, dark red that looked almost black in the dim light of the bedroom. I stared at it, my stomach churning with a mixture of nausea and nervous energy.
"Put it on," Luca had said. I reached for it, my fingers trembling slightly. When I slid the fabric over my head, I gasped. It was cold against my skin, shivering down my spine, it settled over my curves, and I turned to the full-length mirror.
I barely recognized the woman staring back. The dress was scandalous, it clung to every inch of me, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination while technically covering everything. The back went dangerously low, stopping just above the curve of my bottom. The neckline was a cowl drape that shifted every ti
