PENELOPE
The dress Christian had chosen for me was nothing short of mesmerizing. The champagne-colored gown clung to my body like a second skin, shimmering under the lighting of our suite. Tiny, delicate embellishments were woven into the fabric, catching the light with every slight movement.
The bodice fit snugly, sculpting my curves, while the draped skirt gathered at my hip, revealing a daring slit that trailed down my thigh. It was bold—sensual, even. The kind of dress that made a statement without saying a single word. It exuded nothing but elegance. And I loved it!
I ran my hands over the beaded fabric, feeling its weight against my skin as I glanced at my reflection. The plunging neckline was enough to draw attention, but it was the way the dress shimmered when I walked that lef
