Lisa looked up at the person who had roughly tapped her arm. She had barely registered the contempt in his voice when he questioned her about her dress.
Knowing that Cylus was an extremely possessive man, Lisa incorrectly read his reaction as jealousy. She turned and smiled at the man whose eyes betrayed him. She could see his gaze softened with her smile. He was good at pretending, but she knew Cylus was still in love with her.
"Do you like it?" Lisa asked seductively. Cylus did like it, and it fit her so beautifully that he wondered if he had Lisa, and not Mina in mind when he designed it.
"You look stunning," he said. "But I really am curious. Where did you get your dress?" Lisa studied Cylus' face for a long time before she answered. She could not tell why he was so interested in her attire, but then again, he was a designer, and he was probably impressed by the detailed craftsmanship that, everyone could see, went into its creation.
