Monday morning, Claire stood in front of the mirror, carefully inspecting her reflection. The tailored pencil skirt hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure and making her legs look impossibly long—like those of a runway model. Her golden-brown hair was swept up into an elegant updo, with a few loose strands framing her face.
Despite the softness of the hairstyle, the overall look was sharp and polished. Matte brown eyeshadow deepened the contours of her eyes, making them more striking.
Below her high cheekbones, her lips gleamed in a bold shade of red, vibrant and unapologetic.
She looked like a rose in full bloom—elegant, alluring, and untouchable.
This was one of the outfits Lucien had prepared for her, though she'd never worn it before.
But today, something inside her
