Kate’s POV
"Hold still, or I'm going to pin this silk to your skin."
"It's too tight," I complained, sucking in a breath as the stylist tugged at the invisible zipper running down the curve of my spine.
"It fits perfectly," she corrected, stepping back to admire her work with a critical eye.
I turned to the full-length mirror in the dressing room and stopped breathing.
My dress was a floor-length gown of midnight blue velvet that shimmered like a bruised sky under the lights. It clung to every curve of my body like a second skin, unforgiving and bold. The front was deceptively modest, a high neck that showcased my shoulders, but the back plunged dangerously low, exposing skin all the way to the base of my spine.
And a slit ran up the left side, reaching mid-thigh, revealing just e
