Chapter 95

Elena glared at her reflection in the mirror and hated that the dress picked by the fucking Walsh was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

The dress was made of white satin, and it felt so light and soft against her skin that she almost felt as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all. But she was, and it looked gorgeous with its boned corset and silk lining, its diagonal front split skirt, and its asymmetrical strap.

Elena sighed and pushed some loose hair out of her face.

Given the forced nature of the task at hand, Elena obviously had no plans to do anything that remotely pleased him. If it were up to her, she would have grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt and called it a day. But it was his demand that she get ready and take her time with it. And even though she had no interest in sitting through the entire torture, Simon had made sure to send the maids to drag her out of bed and make her dance to their tune.

For now, she had no choice but to do as he wished, mostly because sh