Sanaya’s P.O.V

There was an air of authority around the woman. It was in the way that she walked, the way every head in the party turned to her, and the cunning tilt of her lips as she deliberately ignored the gasps and woos.

Her dress was sleeveless, exposing delicate shoulders. The sweetheart neckline was just decent enough to entice, to seduce. The gown hugged her narrow waist before flaring into a floor length skirt that flirted with her ankles while having a slit long enough that exposed one slender leg that stretched for miles. Her gown was all black with tiny crystals glittering all over the material. Her midnight...