Chapter 42

• PENELOPE
• The dress Christian had chosen for me was nothing short of mesmerizing. The champagne-colored gown clung to my body like a second skin, shimmering under the lighting of our suite. Tiny, delicate embellishments were woven into the fabric, catching the light with every slight movement.
• The bodice fit snugly, sculpting my curves, while the draped skirt gathered at my hip, revealing a daring slit that trailed down my thigh. It was bold—sensual, even. The kind of dress that made a statement without saying a single word. It exuded nothing but elegance. And I loved it!