carved Italian wood vanity, her heart pounding with anticipation. Tonight's dinner, hosted by her father in honor of her decea

gown embellished with lace, a soft sigh escapes her lips. The bras

overwhelm her, the door creaks

Sadie's heart skips a

woman beside her. "I can't thank you enough for you

nuine warmth. "It's my pleasure, Miss Sinclair," she replies softl

reminder of life's simpler pleasures. With practiced ease, Elise takes hold of the delica

casting a flattering glow against her porcelain skin. The gown is cut to accent every cur

warmth coursing through her veins. Sadie can feel the heat of Elise's touch searing through the fabric of her dress, sending shivers

in the mirror. They both regard each other with soft smiles. Sadie feels the

lise's voice penetrates the charged silenc

pliment, her pulse quickening a

r gaze lingering on the young woman

ce stretches between them. Sadie can feel the weight of Elise's

.." Elise begins hesitant

nty in Elise's tone, her curiosity piq

," she replies, her voice fli

ting glimpse of vulnerability that tugs at Sadie's heartstri

as she hands Elise the e

ce around Sadie's graceful neck, and Sadie can feel Elise's delicate breath against her neck. Elise's

to move, their bodies pushing warmly against each other. Unconvinced of what to do, al

resses to warm her hear

tonight," Elise stammers, her cheeks flushing with color.

breathless, her heart pounding in her chest

lessly replies, her hands retrea

ushing the moment a little further, Elise allows her fingers to trace the neckline of Sadie's dress again. However, her fingers move this time between the beautiful velvety satin and the crest of Sadie'

echoes through Sadie's chamber. They swiftly compose themselves, exchanging a g

olls into the room with an air of authority. His eyes alight with pride and affection as

dward mumbles as he approaches Sadie, his heart

n and gratitude wells within her. Her mother, revered as one of the most stunning women

adie replies. "That me

adie, you feel warm, and your face is flushed. Is everything okay?" he examines, his b

rs her father a reassuring smile, her heart racing. "No, Fa

upon Sadie's forehead. "I'm glad to hear that, my dear," he mutters. "Now, come along. Our fi

, leading her from the r

rsation drift through the wealthy halls of the Sinclair mansion. The extravagant chandeliers, shinin

whirlwind, where the air hums with anticipation. The scent of fragrant lavender

carved Corinthian columns. Ladies adorned in sumptuous silk gowns and satin flutter around, their jewels catching the light with every refined movement.

in the soft glow of candlelight. His perceptive gaze meets hers, a knowing smile playing upon his lips. D

of greetings and polite nods washes over them, punctuated by

o show her off, Sadie's eyes meet Elise's for a fleeting moment; th