I needed to be ready by 9 p.m., and Master Alex was already home.
I got dressed and stepped into the corridor to call Lucille. I couldn’t manage to zip up my dress no matter how hard I tried. The fabric clung to my body, and the zipper just wouldn’t move.
As I stood there, slightly frustrated, I saw Master Alex stepping out of his room.
He looked… flawless.
A perfectly pressed white shirt and jeans gave him a sharp, effortless elegance—somewhere between casual and commanding. His hair was styled neatly, every detail in place. The scent of his cologne reached me even from a distance—deep, refined, intoxicating. It made my thoughts blur for a second.
He noticed me and stopped, calmly fastening the cuff of his sleeve.
“Is something wrong, Lia?”
“I was going to call Lucille… my zipper…
