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An ornate red garment box was delivered to her rooms and waiting for us on her couch when we woke up. Sophie had warned me last night to expect something like this. Inside the box was a long white, gauzy nightgown with long slits up each side of the skirt, a deep neckline and bare back. I was going to be naked without being naked in it as it barely covered anything. There were also white silk ropes to bind me with and an accompanying gag.

It was silky smooth, and so very soft. I pulled at the ends of the ribbon until the bow gave way, and then lifted the cover. The tissue paper was a soft pale gray, folded neatly, hiding the contents. I swear I heard Gabriel suck in a breath and hold it, waiting for my reaction to whatever was in there. I unfolded the tissue paper, revealing a black, very lacy satin nightgown. I sat there, stunned for a couple of reasons. The first being that it was a blatant reminder of things to come. Second was that it was so beautiful and elegant while also being incredibly sexy.

That he'd actually have a normal job? I yawned and stretched my body. I slowly removed the ribbon of the robe I was temporarily wearing, and there my all-black nightgown was revealed. After breathing, I also put the black robe back on and tied the ribbon again. It's ugly if I wear other colors because it won't match the motif of the entire mansion anymore.

“The gown is in your room. I trust it will be appropriate.” Upstairs, I found the ‘appropriate’ gown. It was laid out on my bed like a offering: a teal green evening dress of liquid silk. It was stunning, elegant, and subtly cunning. The color was deep enough to be sophisticated, but unique enough to make me stand out in a sea of black and crimson. The cut was modest yet impossibly flattering, designed to draw the eye without appearing to try. It was armor and flag combined—a statement that I was under Blackthorn’s protection and yet a distinct entity. Gideon’s sartorial message was clear.

This accident had swiped her memory so clean that she didn't even know her nature. Anna remained motionless while her nightgown—a stunning ensemble of peach satin-finished silk and lace—and its matching negligee were taken off. She complied by slipping into the underwear and then pulling up the pants.

"I will take to corrections Mr Night– Definitely not Nightshade, Ma–verick." He nodded with satisfaction and left. I also shut the door to the room and quickly changed into the nightwear, it was a gown, a light, rich burgundy color, it drapes elegantly on my body, accentuating every curve. There were thin straps sliding off the shoulders, and a slit up the sides. I entered the bed and lay down pulling the blanket to cover my body. After staring into the white ceiling for some time, I eventually fall asleep, sinking myself into the soft bed and feeling the warm blanket wrapped around my body. It was a little strange how I don't feel uneasy despite sleeping in a place for the first time.

I waited as the girls brought out different designs of night wear to show me, but I was unable to find one that I loved until they brought out a basic black one that had the emblem of a crescent moon embroidered all over the hem of the short silk gown. I nodded, this one was pretty, "I can dress up myself, don't worry about me." Even though I loved the princess treatment, I wasn’t that lazy to allow other people dress me up in a simple nightwear that I could wear by myself. After some time had passed, I was well prepared to go to bed; unfortunately, I was not destined to enjoy a restful night tonight.

It was a thin, silky gown that felt luxurious against her skin—laced and velvety. She slipped it on and turned to look at herself in the massive mirror between all the clothes. The nightgown embraced the curves she had in a way that felt slightly surreal. The pale color of the dress contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, highlighting its creamy tone, where the silk shimmered softly under the light, adding an ethereal quality to her reflection. She barely recognized herself, standing there in such opulence, the nightgown transforming her into a vision of elegance and grace.

The question from the young maid brings Adelaide back to reality. "Yes, I will wear that one," she replies, rising from the water. The young maid wraps her body in a towel while Adelaide dries her hair with another one. When she exits the bathroom, her nightgown is already prepared on the bed. It is made of pearly silk, with delicate hand embroidery and lace. She had it specially made for tonight, her second wedding night, which is supposed to be one of the best nights of her life. The beginning of a new chapter, one filled with happiness by the side of the man she loves.

Seeing that she still hadn't moved, he urged, "Change and go to bed early." Sigrid quickly shook her head. "No! I don't want to wear this!" It was made completely of lace, which didn't cover anything at all. It was obviously s*xy lingerie! George threw the nightgown on the ground. Just as Sigrid thought that he was going to give her something else, he pulled back the quilt and lay down beside her. "Then don't wear it." It felt good holding her in his arms. Sigrid was dumbfounded.