Elsa

On the yacht, Eclisse, Marcello leads me directly to the master bedroom which is dotted with scented candles and roses everywhere. This is so sweet it makes me want to cry.

"This is so beautiful, Marcello. I love it," I say, choking back tears.

"I hoped you would like it," he says.

"Thank you," I murmur, sucking in a breath to calm down so that I don't end up crying.

Marcello swallows audibly, then says, “Turn around.”

I present him with my back, and he wastes no time before taking the two panels of the dress and pulling hard. Buttons fly to the ground as the expensive silk parts...