The party downstairs was in full swing, but I needed a moment to breathe.
The tension from seeing Petyr at my front door had left me feeling suffocated.
I could still feel the weight of his gaze following me around the room.
I slipped upstairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind me with a sigh of relief.
Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, I frowned at my emerald green dress.
It was pretty enough, but after two hours of hosting, the fabric now felt restrictive and the neckline was making me self-conscious, especially with Petyr's eyes on me.
I needed to change into something more comfortable.
I walked to my closet and pulled out a flowing black off-shoulder top that I'd bought months ago but never worn. It was elegant but relaxed.
But most importantly, it was desig
