Princess Ayla
On the bed lay a red slip dress. It had a cowl neckline and a plunging open back. I sighed, knowing I wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with this dress. I went into the closet to get a pair of panties and a pair of black heels. The dress is beautiful, but red isn’t my color and I would rather be wearing it for Nate.
I was admiring myself in the mirror when the door to the bedroom was opened. The dress fit perfectly, and it fell just below my knees. I was surprised by how confident I felt in something that left little to the imagination. It may cover my body, but it was tight, and my back was on full display.
I watched from the mirror as Dante approached me. He was dressed in an all-black suit. And if I didn’t know he was the devil, I would think he was devilishly handsome.
