"Knock, knock," Clive says as he walks into the room. I offer a smile as I motion to my form-fitted silver dress. It stops just below my rear, and it has one shoulder cut out while the other side has a long, tight sleeve that reaches my wrist. "Wow," he accidentally releases, and then he clears his throat in an attempt to recover. "I mean... that's a... um... Where did you get that on such short notice?" Shrugging, I murmur, "This is going to sound cliché, but I really did just have it lying around. My mom bought it for me a year ago, and I've never had anywhere to wear it." He bites back a salacious grin as his eyes rake over me, taking me in, and making my aura burn against me as though it's materializing. "Well, I guess it's a good thing I matched your mask by happy accident," he murmur
