Gérard had sent her a dress.
Black. Elegant. Striking.
It flowed down to her ankles, a daring slit running along the left side, revealing just enough with every step. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, tracing every delicate curve.
It was breathtaking.
But she had no idea where he was taking her.
She styled her hair into soft, loose waves and stood before the mirror, studying her reflection when a knock sounded.
Before she could respond, the door opened.
Gérard stepped inside.
The moment his eyes landed on her, they lit up bright, unguarded, filled with something that made her breath catch.
She gave him a small twirl.
He inhaled sharply.
"You look gorgeous," he said, his voice low as he moved toward her.
His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until her palms rested against his chest.
"And you look handsome," she replied, her voice warm with quiet joy.
He smiled down at her.
