My breath caught in my throat as I stepped into the spacious dressing room, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the tall windows. Old Mrs. Sterling had insisted Arthur and I try on our outfits for tonight's party, and now I understood why.
"Oh my," I whispered, running my fingers over the midnight-blue evening gown laid carefully across the settee.
It was stunning—a perfect symphony of silk and intricate beadwork that caught the light with every slight movement. Beside it lay a matching tuxedo with subtle blue accents that perfectly complemented the dress.
"She planned this," I said, glancing over my shoulder at Arthur, who stood examining the tuxedo with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course she did." His voice held a hint of amusement. "My grandmother leaves nothing to chance."
I lifted the gown, holding it against me. The fabric felt cool and luxurious against my skin. "It's beautiful."
