SERAPHINA’S POV
I nervously check over my outfit for the night again, obsessing over the low-rise neckline and debating if showcasing a hint of cleavage might come across as too forward.
Cleavage or not?
The dress I've chosen is the shortest one I own, ending at mid-thigh, and its spaghetti straps make me feel exposed.
He's expected any moment now, and after endless pleas and apologies, I managed to persuade Olivia to vacate the room.
The anxiety intensifies with each passing second, and my palms grow clammy. Staring at my reflection, dressed to impress, specifically to seduce, the gravity of the situation dawns on me, making it all even crazier.
Soon, a knock from the balcony door jerks me out of my thoughts, anchoring me back to the present. Taking a deep breath, I turn towards
