VESPERA
he replied, his voice steady and familiar, but lacking the warmth she seemed to want.
Suddenly, the background noise of the ballroom erupted into a wave of applause.
Jerry Gray had arrived. In his mid-thirties and the youngest son from a powerful family, Jerry was a man of many talents. He is a popular writer, a respected director, and a genius behind numerous hits. He stepped into the spotlight, but he wasn’t alone.
Hooked onto his arm was a woman.
She was strikingly beautiful, clad in a custom emerald gown. This wasn’t just a regular silk slip; it was a sculptural work of art with a high, pleated neckline and a daring, sheer-paneled waist that flowed into an extravagant train.
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