Lilia sat on the plush, small seat, feeling the delicate padding mold to her form as the makeup artist worked her magic. The woman seed montarily taken aback by Lilia's natural beauty, but, of course, she quickly masked her surprise, settling back into her professional deanor. Lilia, however, was miles away, lost in a labyrinth of swirling thoughts.
Had Zethan finally agreed? Had he decided to enter into a contract with her? Was this the mont she had been waiting for, or was it just another ga? She couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that sothing wasn't as it seed. There had to be another way out, sothing beyond running—sothing more... permanent. Divorce. That was always an option, wasn't it? It had to be. It would be the simplest way to escape without further complications.
But even as the thought passed through her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if Zethan had sothing else planned.
But she knew better than to act rashly. She knew Zethan too well, far too well. Despite his apparent reliability, he had a way of making others believe one thing, only to reveal his true intentions at the most unexpected monts. Her instincts told her to wait and observe. She needed to stay quiet, watch his every move, and see what he was truly planning this ti.
The makeup artist's soft voice brought her back to reality.
"All done, Miss Lilia," the woman said with a quiet bow, stepping back with a slight smile. "You look absolutely stunning."
Lilia offered a polite smile in return but didn't quite et the woman's eyes. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful for the work done—far from it—but her mind was still preoccupied with the thoughts of Zethan and his cryptic intentions.
Evie, who had been silently observing, gestured for the makeup artist to leave. As the woman exited, Evie stepped forward, holding a delicate box in her hands.
"Miss Lilia, this is your engagent dress for tonight," Evie said, her voice soft and respectful. "It's already getting late, so I'd like to help you with the straps. If that's acceptable, of course."
Lilia hesitated for a brief mont, her discomfort at the thought of soone else witnessing her dressing flickering through her mind. She didn't like the idea of anyone seeing her half-dressed, even soone as kind and professional as Evie. Yet, she also understood the necessity of the situation.
Evie, noticing Lilia's slight unease, quickly added, "But if you'd prefer, I can step outside while you change and assist with the straps once you're ready. Just let know."
Lilia nodded in agreent, glad that Evie understood. "That would be best. I'll call for you once I'm finished."
Evie gave her a gentle nod before leaving the room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
Once alone, Lilia took a deep breath and unzipped the box, revealing the gown inside. As she pulled it out, she couldn't help but admire its elegance. The dress was an enchanting midnight blue, sleeveless, and unlike anything she had ever worn before. Its luxurious fabric shimred slightly under the soft light, promising to hug her figure in all the right places.
She stepped into the gown, carefully pulling it up and adjusting it to fit her fra. The silk-like material slid over her skin, cold to the touch at first but quickly warming as it settled into place. After ensuring it fit properly, Lilia knocked lightly on the door, signaling that Evie could return.
"You may co in," Lilia called, her voice steady but with a hint of anticipation.
Evie entered with a soft smile, her eyes imdiately going to the dress as she stepped toward Lilia. She moved with precision, adjusting the straps and smoothing out the fabric where it had creased slightly.
Lilia couldn't help but admire the dress again, still in awe of its beauty. The gown was breathtaking—a masterpiece of design. Its midnight blue color was rich and deep, with intricate bead-like diamonds gathered at her waist, almost like delicate jewelry. Small silverish diamonds adorned her lower waist, catching the light with every movent. The gown featured a daring slit that ran from her knee to her toes, both at the front and back, revealing a hint of her legs with every step.
The fabric cascaded down her body, its weight giving the dress an air of sophistication, almost like a royal cloak. With her flawless makeup and carefully styled hair, Lilia looked nothing short of srizing. She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at how the dress transford her, accentuating every curve and contour.
Her hair was elegantly styled into a bun-like bow, with a few coily strands framing her face, softening her sharp features. Silver-toned hairpins—subtle but refined—matched the dress, adding a final touch of glamour to her look.
Her almond-shaped, golden brown-hued eyes glead in the soft lighting, a soft glow enhancing her already graceful and warm aura.
When Evie finished adjusting the final details, she stood back for a mont, her eyes widening in astonishnt as she took in the sight of Lilia. Even she, who had seen countless won in fine dresses, couldn't help but be taken aback by how stunning Lilia appeared. For a mont, there was a palpable silence, as if the room itself was holding its breath.
Lilia, however, was oblivious to the full impact of her appearance. She had monts of self-awareness—when she caught her reflection in a mirror or heard a complint—but she never truly grasped the extent of her beauty. She didn't understand just how breathtakingly gorgeous she was, despite the complints and the gazes she received. It was always so surreal to her.
Just then, Evie's expression flickered. For a mont, her eyes darted nervously, and her lips parted as though she wanted to say sothing. But instead, she quickly bowed her head and spoke.
"Miss Lilia, I'll be leaving now," she said, her voice suddenly filled with urgency.
Lilia furrowed her brow slightly, sensing sothing was off. Why had Evie reacted that way? Had she rembered sothing urgent? Or was there sothing more behind her hasty departure? It didn't seem like Evie to be so flustered. Yet, Lilia didn't dwell on it long. Perhaps it was nothing....right
"Alright," Lilia replied, offering a small, reassuring smile. "Thank you, Evie."
Evie bowed again before hurrying out of the room, leaving Lilia to her thoughts.
Left alone, Lilia turned toward the mirror. She gazed at her reflection, taking in the full picture. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she admired how the dress fit her. It was, indeed, breathtaking. It seed to capture everything she had always wished for—beauty, elegance, and grace. Yet, despite the magnificence of the gown and the complinting makeup, a nagging feeling lingered in the back of her mind. Sothing wasn't right. But she couldn't pinpoint it. Maybe it was just the nerves surrounding the engagent tonight, or the fact that she had no idea what was truly going on with Zethan..
As she continued to inspect herself, lost in thought, the sound of the door opening broke her concentration.
Her eyebrows shot up in confusion. Normally, anyone entering would knock first. Who had just walked in without announcing themselves?
She quickly turned her body, only for her lips to part in shock at the sight before her.
There, standing in the doorway, was Zethan—ever so handso.
His presence filled the room with a quiet intensity. He stood tall, every inch of his body exuding elegance and refinent. His midnight blue suit matched her dress perfectly, every detail tailored to perfection. The fitted pants and crisp fabric only added to the allure, while his hair—silver and slightly tousled—was swept back with a few stray strands falling effortlessly into place. Even in his silence.
His gaze, dark and intense, held her in place, speaking volus without a single word. Despite the many tis she had seen him, there was sothing about his presence that always left her in awe. Even now, she couldn't help but be astonished by how utterly handso he was.
She was pulled back to reality when a faint smile curved on his lips. It was subtle—almost imperceptible—but Lilia couldn't miss it. Though the smile was still cold, there was sothing in it that was noticeably less frosty than usual.
And then, he spoke. His voice was smooth, low, and deliberate.
"Beautiful. Gorgeous. Elegant..." He paused for a mont, his eyes sweeping over her form before he added, "Glorious."
Lilia's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected praise. The words ca so easily from his lips, but they hit her like a wave, catching her completely off guard. She hadn't expected him to say anything like that—certainly not in such a sincere tone. She felt her pulse quicken, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart raced, and she couldn't stop herself from feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
And then, as if in slow motion, he began to walk toward her. Each step he took seed to reverberate through the room, and with each movent, Lilia's heartbeat grew louder, thudding in her chest as though the sound was echoing in the quiet space between them.
Finally, he stopped just in front of her, so close that she could feel the warmth of his presence. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out and lifted her chin with his fingers, tilting her face upward so that she had no choice but to et his unreadable gaze. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and unwavering.
"It seems I have good eyes, after all," he murmured, his voice almost a whisper.
His gaze flickered downward, briefly landing on her lips—her full, soft lips. But instead of looking away, his eyes lingered... a little longer than necessary.
Lilia's breath caught in her throat as she instinctively bit her lip, her thoughts racing. Why was he staring at her lips like that? Did she have sothing on them? Was her lipstick smudged? Or... was there another reason?
Before she could dwell on the question for too long, his hand moved, his fingers brushing gently against her chin once again, this ti lifting it slightly so that she could et his gaze more easily. The action was smooth, deliberate.
And then, without warning, His thumb brushed her lips before slipping inside, slowly parting them until it rested on the tip of her tongue.
Lilia's breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as her body tensed. A jolt of warmth spread through her at the intimate touch, her lips parting further as if drawn by an unspoken command. The coolness of his skin against the heat of her tongue sent a shiver down her spine.
Lilia froze, her entire body going still as his eyes locked onto hers once more.
His voice dropped even lower, almost calm in its tone.
"Have you been kissed before?"
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