|Grace|
“Does this look alright?” I inquired, twisting around to display the back of my gown to Silvester. I wore a sleek, black silk sleeveless dress with a criss-cross design on the back, seeking his opinion to ensure it matched the auction party's black-and-white theme.
Silvester’s gaze, as usual, was intense and penetrating. His thick brows furrowed slightly, a subtle sign of disapproval or contemplation. His eyes traced the curve of my exposed back, enhanced by the way my hair fell over my shoulders, offering him a clearer view. Seated casually on the edge of the bed, his legs splayed and hands resting behind him for support, he observed me with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny. He was still in his white long-sleeve shirt and vest, his coat draped beside him.
“Hmmm…” he murmured, hi
