Sienna stood by the buffet table, her hand trembling slightly as she held a flute of prosecco. She was wearing a floor-length, emerald green silk gown that clung to her body like a second skin. It was backless, dipping dangerously low, and beneath the shimmering fabric, she was as bare as the day she was born.
The "no underwear" rule had become her constant companion, a secret weight that anchored her to the floor while making her feel as though she were floating. Every brush of the silk against her c**t, every cool draft that drifted up the hem of her dress, was a reminder of who she belonged to.
"You look absolutely radiant, Sienna," Elena said, gliding over to her daughter. Elena was in her element, her smile practiced and perfect. "The emerald brings out the light in your eyes. I'm s
