Chapter 170: The party night

Anne’s cheeks flushed at the boldness, especially with a dozen women still bustling around them. She gave him a light jab in the stomach, trying not to smile too much.

Anne turned to the rows of dresses again, her fingers trailing along hangers draped with couture—every piece more stunning than the last. Some were dramatic, with plunging backs and daring slits; others were demure, ethereal, flowing like smoke.