That night I dressed in one outfit I knew would hit a particular note for Marcus. I stepped into the walk-in closet and lifted my own green dress off the hanger. The emerald green dress that I had been brought here in and had not touched since. I sat at the provincial dressing table and put on eyeliner and mascara with a smokey purple eyeshadow to accent the color of my eyes. I choose a deep red lipstick that was on the cusp of being the color of a black rose. I left my hair out cascading down my back. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked impressive and definitely the part of a devilish seductress.
I left my room around eleven o’clock. I know that Marcus would have already had dinner. At this point in the evening, he was either in the library, where there was currently no
