ESTELLE’S POV
Nighttime came quickly and we were soon headed to the venue. Thanks to Genna, my makeup and hair were flawless. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I understood why Adonis swooned over the dress. It was a masterpiece, perfectly crafted just for me.
When we arrived, the car door opened and Adonis took my hand in his and pulled me out gracefully. As we walked side by side with his fingers intertwined with mine, I couldn’t stop thinking of what those hands had done to me back at the dresser. Desire rushed through me and my cheeks burned, but I was grateful he wasn't looking.
I had enjoyed every moment of it, a pleasure I hadn't felt in ages. It was different with Eric would had always been so mechanical. Now that I think about it, he only cared about his own needs.
But A
