I stepped out of the shower, steam curling around my wet skin as I reached for a towel. I dried myself slowly, letting my fingers trace the curves of my body until the last drops of water disappeared. The cool morning air pressed against my heated skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
I walked back into the room in only my underwear and quickly slipped into a robe, tying it snugly around my waist.
A knock came at the door...twice.
“Come in,” I called.
Linda stepped inside, followed by a group of maids carrying trays of food, neatly folded clothes, velvet boxes, and other items I didn’t immediately recognize.
I froze.
The clothes they laid out on the bed were beautiful. Elegant and stunning.
No. It was breathtaking.
One outfit caught my eyes immediately a golden dress. The fabric sh
