Nora's POV
Few Days Later...
The apartment buzzed with nervous energy as Elena worked her magic, her brushes and palettes transforming me from exhausted bartender to something out of a dark fairy tale. She'd arrived early, her eyes widening at the gown and accessories. "This isn't some cheap knockoff, Nora. Vivienne Caldron? Who's this mystery man really?"
I dodged, forcing a laugh as she zipped me into the emerald silk. "Just a rich guy with connections. Let's not make it a thing."
The fabric clung to my skin like a second layer, the low bodice plunging to tease the curve of my breasts, cinching my waist before flaring over my hips, the thigh-high slit promising a glimpse of leg with every movement. It was sinful, molding to my body in a way that made me feel exposed yet
