Proserpina

Earlier that evening

I had washed and changed into one of the cocktail dresses that I had found in the suitcase. With a sinking heart, I held the pretty little cocktail dress up to my body and felt my face turn red.

It was a low-back swing mini dress with gold chain straps in mink satin with rolled hem and ribbon lace-up detail. Pale lavender in colour it went well with my hair but I chose to let my hair cascade down my back as I saw how deep and how near naked I was looking with the straps revealing all. I would feel otherwise.

And worse, there was...