Kavira POV
Maelira and Zivenya had just arrived at my packhouse, and Elandra was already there as we began the process of trying on dresses for Saturday’s masquerade ball. I was currently tucked away in the bathroom, staring at the lineup of options we’d pulled together. There were ten dresses in total most of them darker-toned cocktail styles, each paired with coordinating masks and gloves to complete the look.
I chose one that practically purred my name sleek, all black, and dangerously form-fitting. It ended just below my knee, strapless with sharply sculpted cups that framed each breast like twin peaks, plunging in a deep V that showcased just the right amount of cleavage. A thigh-high slit promised trouble. The matching mask was black velvet, adorned with onyx and diamonds that spar
