The weekend had arrived, and Isabella stood before her full-length mirror, carefully inspecting her appearance. She wore a long, silky maroon dress that clung tightly to her body, accentuating every curve. The fabric shimmered under the soft light, making her look ethereal. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, framing her face elegantly.
Mason stood behind her, tightening the laces of her corset. His hands were steady but gentle, and he listened intently as Isabella explained her plans.
“This won’t be a serious relationship,” she said, her voice firm. “I am using you simply to make someone jealous. He’s trying to do the same, so no need to call me childish.” She glanced at him in the mirror, her expression serious.
Mason nodded, his face a mask of concentration as he fini
