"Come. You can only be fashionably late to your party." the maid motioned for me to remove the robe. My heart raced at the thought of imagining Zephara's reaction to seeing me in the dress tonight.
The woman was certainly spoiling me. Anything I desired, Zephara provided. The maid helped me into the soft material. I officially felt like a princess. I walked over to the floor-length mirror and paused. Who is this woman? I felt amazed at my reflection.
The person staring back at me was royalty, feminine, beautiful, and sexy all rolled into one. The lace was a direct contrast to my light skin. The two straps resting on my shoulders were completely transparent.
The material flowed over my breasts with flowers sewn into it to cover my areolae and nipples. The full shape of my breasts was revealed by the deep V that stopped at the waistline. The skirt was sheer, the color of my skin visible.
