SIENNA
I was ready. When I chose that dress, I knew it was the one, but I had to admit—I didn't expect it to look this good.
The color was a deep navy, almost like a dark night sky filled with tiny, shining stars. My hair was pinned up in a bun with curls, a few loose strands falling over my shoulders. To match, I wore long, delicate silver earrings. Around my neck—nothing—because the neckline was the accessory. My makeup had a smoky blend at the corners of my eyes, my lashes looked beautiful, and my lipstick was a blood-red shade.
I felt like a femme fatale. I took a deep breath and told Theron I was ready to go. I grabbed my purse and waited.
The bedroom door opened and he walked in. Theron was… absolutely perfect. The dark tailcoat, made of fine fabric and tailored perfectly to his body, only made it more obvious how well-built he was. His dark hair was combed back with a slight side part, giving him an air of authority and power. Theron's green eyes gleamed.
