EXPOSING THE MURDERER
♠ SYLVARA ♠
The first step always mattered, it set the rhythm, the impression, the silence I wanted to own. My fingers brushed the smooth rail as I descended, slow and deliberate, feeling the soft glide of silk with every movement. The gown clung where it should and flowed where I needed it to.
I kept my chin lifted, eyes forward, posture poised, though I could feel the weight of every gaze below. Let him look. Let him go wild. My cleavage was a little bit revealing, giving out the movement of my boobs as I walked. Each step was a whisper, not a sound out of place, heels tapping faintly like a soft metronome in the hushed living room.
His gaze fixed on me — exactly as I planned. I made my laps visible as I walked. My heart beat steadily beneath the calm surface —
