Chapter 68

• It was around thirty minutes past six in the evening when Melanie stood in front of her dressing mirror, smoothing down the sides of her champagne-colored gown. The fabric clung to her like second skin, highlighting every soft curve of her body. The tiny straps kissed her shoulders and the deep cut at the back made her skin glow under the soft bedroom light. She couldn’t deny it—she looked breathtaking.
• Still, she sighed, unsure if she wasn’t overdoing it.
• Just then, Margaret walked into the room, drying her hands with a towel. She froze when she caught sight of Melanie in the mirror and let out a soft gasp.