It was the time of noon—around the hour of two—when the siblings were already prepped for the Soirée. Alexandra stood before the mirror, looking at her reflection. She was clad in a red velvety dress, the first time she had ever dared to wear such a bold color. The dress had lace tied around the neck, showcasing her delicate collarbones and a hint of her cleavage, while the material cascaded down her back, revealing smooth, porcelain skin. It was a body-con dress that hugged her beautiful curves down to her ankles, an enchanting sight that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. This was the one she had chosen from the myriad of dresses Silverstein had ordered for her, a small act of rebellion against her usual modesty.