Chapter 18 Strategic Undressing
- Clara Bellamy had never been one to agonize over clothing. She wore armor, not outfits. Each dress was a calculated decision: neckline sharp enough to draw blood, heels tall enough to trample egos, and fabrics chosen not for comfort but for effect.
- But tonight, she stared at her closet like it had betrayed her.
- Because tonight wasn’t a war meeting. It was Julian’s fundraiser gala.