Ignite me (A collection of Short Stories)
The neckline dips elegantly, the back is daringly low, and the slit up one leg is just enough to be sensual rather than scandalous.
I step into it and stare at myself in the full-length mirror. Hair swept into a soft updo, simple diamond studs from the bag, makeup kept luminous and natural. I look… like I belong. Which is terrifying.
Aragorn is waiting at the bottom of the grand marble staircase when I descend. He’s in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, white shirt crisp, bow tie impeccable. The moment his eyes find me, something raw flickers across his face—pride, hunger, love—before the polished royal mask slides back into place.