DANIEL'S HOUSE
Samantha stood before her vanity, scrutinizing her reflection. The soft lighting cast a flattering glow on her flawless makeup, which she had meticulously applied for the perfect balance of sultry and sophisticated.
Her black, form-fitting dress hugged her curves, its daring neckline and high slit chosen with intent.
Tonight wasn’t just about Ethan—it was about proving to herself that she still held power over him, even if he didn’t realize it yet.
She slipped on her stiletto heels and adjusted a strand of hair when Daniel’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Going somewhere?” Daniel asked.
Turning to face him, Samantha saw him leaning against the doorway, his casual posture taken over by the tension in his voice. She knew he had something to say... something she woul
