(Just a little something I wrote after dreaming about this scenario)
The party is in full swing when I make my way towards the bar.My golden, studded with Crystal dress reflects the lights of the club, making me the center of attention, something I hate but had to live with all my life. The silk material of the dress is cold against my warm skin, hugging my front in lazy waves and flowing down to my knees.
The slit in the side of it assures easy movement. It is elegant and sexy judging how it's backless and held against my back by a thin string. I like the appeal I have over the crowd yet I avoid every pair of male eyes that beg for my attention. Instead, my gaze remains on just one, Caspian King.
His, although, are fixed on the blonde bimbo by his arm. I feel a surge of jealousy rise i
