Ashes Of Desire
As evening approached, Giuseppe arrived at the master suite with a large, elegant box and a smile that suggested he already knew exactly what was inside.
The gown was deep emerald silk, the kind of color that seemed to hold the lake's own dusk light inside it. It fit as though it had been made for no one else, matched by heels and jewelry laid out with the same careful precision. A note rested on top in Alex's handwriting: *Wear this tonight. I have a surprise for you.*
When Alex came home from his meetings, he was waiting in the foyer in a tailored black tuxedo, and the moment Eve appeared at the top of the stairs, he went completely still. His eyes tracked every inch of her on the way down
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