Pearl’s POV
The next morning, I woke with sunlight spilling through the heavy curtains, warm against my skin. For a moment I thought I was bare beneath the sheets, but when I glanced down, my breath caught.
A dress.
Not just any dress, a soft pink gown clinging to me, strapless and delicate, the fabric so light it was almost transparent. My face flushed violently as fragments of last night flooded back.
He hadn’t even taken it off.
The memory of his hands gripping my waist, the way the silk had bunched between us while he took me, heat surged through me so fast I yanked the blanket higher up my chest, as if that could erase it.
Movement caught my eye. Cecil.
She was standing by the table, arranging folded linens and fresh herbs, her own face tinged pink though she kept her head lowe
