Owned By my father's Enemy
Adaline's eyes caught something, and she froze.
It was a dress, simple yet striking. The fabric was soft cotton, dyed a rich, deep blue that reminded her of the ocean on a calm day. The cut was elegant but modest, with a fitted waist and flowing skirt that brushed her knees. The neckline was gentle, framing her collarbone delicately, and the sleeves were short, perfect for warm weather. She ran her fingers over the fabric, feeling its smoothness.
Adrian noticed her gaze and leaned slightly toward her. "If you like it, why don't you try it on?" he suggested casually.
Bab Populer