Giselle slipped into the room, her heart pounding as she twisted the lock with a soft click.
The door safely sealed her away from the emotional chaos outside, and she leaned against it, breathing hard.
Richard's words echoed in her mind, especially when he said: 'Do what makes you happy, Giselle.'
Nor was it that moment in the garden, his voice low and assuringly, when he told her: 'Call me Daddy.'
Heat flushed her cheeks just thinking about it. She crossed to the full-length mirror, fingers trembling as she peeled off her clothes, letting it drop. 'I'm done waiting for permission to be happy,' she whispered to her reflection.
'Tonight, I make myself happy.' Her bra followed, then her lace panties, until she stood bare, skin prickling in the warm air.
She closed her eyes, hands g
