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Just before the clock struck nine, Cartier brought herself at the top of the steps of the main foyer, straightening her dress out one final time before moving to descend the steps. As her gaze focused upon the stairs in front of her to ensure she would not fall face first and tear the skin tight crimson dress, Dominick’s eyes focused upon her-unable to tear his focus from her changed ensemble. Of all the dresses made available to her, this crimson off the shoulder, flamenco dress accented her physique to a lustful precision, making Dominick repress every ounce of s****l thought from entering his mind in fear of making those around him well aware of his arousal. Instead of making his mouth-watering approval of her dress obvious, he met her at the bottom of the steps with his hand set forwar