|Sage's POV|
At the moment, I am dressed in an ivory dress that falls just a few inches below my knees. It is made out of the softest chiffons I have ever worn. Hugging my chest snuggly in a mesh corset which is framed by a sweetheart neckline and thick straps that give view of my cleavage. Beneath the corset, the dress opens up in a tulip skirt with a slit from the middle of my right thigh.
The dress is different from anything I have ever worn and I am conscious about my scars to peak through, even though I had to call my stylist upstairs at such short notice to hide them for me. I couldn't afford those scars being displayed in front of anyone and like a rite of course, she worked her magic as usual and hid all of the nasty marks from my body to the best of her capabilities.
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