A low-cut red dress clung tightly to Isolde's body. Her hair was left down, cascading around her shoulders as she stood in front of the mirror, swiping red lipstick across her lips.
Severin appeared behind her, dressed in his usual black shirt and black blazer. Isolde frowned at the sight. Could he, for once, wear something other than fucking black?
He placed his hands on her shoulders from behind, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, but his eyes stayed locked on her reflection in the mirror.
"You look breathtaking... but fucking pitiful at the same time. I blame Lucien for making you lose all that weight you worked your ass off for."
Isolde turned to face him, her eyes drifting to the tie hanging loose around Severin's neck, unfastened and dangling.
She reached up, fingers adjusting his collar, tucking the grey tie under it before moving down to knot it properly.
