The dressing room was so silent you could hear the air conditioner humming. Melda stood still in front of the tall mirror, staring at her reflection in the deep blue evening gown that Alan had arranged for her.
This dress was designed to stir primal instincts. The velvet fabric clung tightly to her body, hugging every curve and making her fair skin glow like a pearl in the moonlight. The front was elegantly modest, but the back was deeply cut, revealing a flawless, smooth back. Moreover, the slit on the side of the skirt was so high that every step she took revealed glimpses of her white legs, making onlookers' hearts race.
"Are you done yet?"
A deep, authoritative voice broke the silence. Alan entered in a meticulously tailored black tuxedo, exuding the elegance befitting the businessm
