Chapter 82

ALEXIS' POV

As I stare back at my reflection in the full length mirror, my eyes appraise the red dress that clings to my body, tight and fitting as if it was sewn to fit my skin perfectly.

It is the same dress that Donovan had said he picked for me. I disagree with his self deprecating remark that he does not have eyes for good stuff. I would say he had the best eyes for good things. It is a long, flowing tight fitting dress that has a long slit that exposes a bit of my thighs. It is off-shouldered and curves in a heart shape that shows a decent part of my cleavage. I have never worn a gown as beautiful and expensive looking before. I have my hair neatly arranged in a messy bun that allows a few tendrils to fall to my face and by the side of my ears.

A gentle knock comes on the door and I walk to the door and pull it open to see a maid standing before me. She bows her head in respect and I blink my eyes uncomfortably at her show of greeting before she lifts her head again to look at