Liliana Miller
The clock on the wall read 8:30 PM when I finally locked my office door, the sound echoing down the empty executive corridor like the final nail in another long, soul-crushing day. My shoulders ached. My feet throbbed inside my heels. All I wanted was to go home, peel off this stiff corporate armor, and disappear into a hot shower where no one could demand anything from me.
But a sleek black box waited for me on the marble counter of the executive bathroom, tied with a blood-red ribbon that looked far too expensive for something meant for me. My name was written across the lid in elegant, masculine script.
I swallowed hard, fingers trembling slightly as I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.
Inside lay the most dangerously beautiful dress I had ever seen.
A short, back
