Gwen
The next day, I woke up with a flutter in my stomach. Cedric was back at work. I had heard the servants whispering about it in the hallway. The thought of seeing him again made my heart race. Last night, after he sent me those pictures, I had touched myself while staring at them, imagining his hands on me instead of my own. I came harder than I had in a long time, his name on my lips.
I spent extra time in front of the mirror, applying makeup carefully — a touch of blush, a soft pink lip gloss, just enough to look effortlessly beautiful. I chose a fitted dress that hugged my curves, something elegant but not too obvious. I wanted him to notice me. I wanted him to want me.
I left my room with a spring in my step, practically bouncing down the corridor. I already knew exactly where h
