Esme's POV
The room was quiet except for the low hum of the evening wind seeping through the window. I stood before the mirror, staring at my reflection for longer than I meant to. My hair fell loose down my shoulders, the soft strands brushing against the thin straps of the black dress I had just pulled from my wardrobe.
It wasn’t something I usually wore. The dress clung to my figure like it had been sewn onto my skin. The neckline dipped slightly, not too deep but enough to draw attention to the subtle curve of my collarbones. The fabric shimmered faintly beneath the soft light of the lights in the room, silky, weightless. It hugged my waist before flowing down to mid-thigh, with a daring slit that ran up one leg. The back was low, exposing smooth skin I’d never cared to show before.
