Ashes Of His Regret
But alive.
I slip into the black dress. It's simple sleeveless, floor-length, with a high neckline that seems almost modest until I turn around and see that the entire back is open, plunging down to just above my tailbone.
"Let me see!" Lila calls.
I step out of the fitting room, and her jaw drops.
"Holy shit."
"Is it too much?"
"It's perfect. Spin around." I do, and she makes a low whistle. "That back. Jesus, Esme. You look like you could kill a man."