LUCY’S ROOM: MOMENTS LATER
Lucy stood in front of the mirror, the soft black dress clinging gently to her body. It flared just slightly at the waist, hugging her figure without trying too hard. The long sleeves brushed her arms, the fabric cool against her skin.
She turned slightly, catching different angles. It felt strange to be in something she actually liked. Something she chose.
Her fingers toyed with the edge of the sleeve as she stared at her reflection. Should she go downstairs? Was he serious? Or was it a quiet tests he threw her way, to see if she obeyed without needing to be told twice?
She bit her lip, unsure. The last thing she wanted was to seem eager. But disobedience… disobedience had a price in his world.
Lucy let out a slow breath and turned away from the mirror, pac
