It was no surprise to him as he watched her glide down the staircase in that dominating red gown. She had achieved her goal, all eyes glued to the plunging neckline of the garment and then rising upward to the pallid face engulfed in glossy black curls. She was living the part she had always wanted—to be the center of everyone’s vision, if only for one night.
He slowly advanced to the stairs and held out his hand. He had to admit she looked spectacular and she was, as promised, now his. Money was all it took, lots of money, and of course…his magic.
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