Dysis groaned as she sat up, untangling herself from Alexander’s arms. Her dress was ruined—ripped in several places thanks to the chaos from earlier. She sighed, trying to pull at the fabric, but the intricate design made it impossible. She hadn’t dressed herself—four maids had helped her into it before the party.
She glanced at Alexander, who was now propped up against the headboard, observing her with a grin.
“Could you assist me in getting out of this dress?” she inquired, feeling flustered.
Alexander raised a brow, amused. “Are you asking me to undress you?”
Dysis’ face heated. “No! I mean, yes—but not like that! Just the back—ugh, forget it!” She marched to the bathroom before he could poke fun at her anymore.
Inside, she battled with the dress for about five minutes befor
