Lady Esme- POV
After my training session with Ethan, I rushed back to my chambers to take a bath and prepare for the date. Liam had left a note on my bedside table, asking me to be ready by 1:00 p.m. I had to cancel all other plans for the day.
Lily and Lendra were already there, helping me choose from the dresses laid out before us.
"What do you think, Lady Esme? Pink or yellow?" Lendra asked, holding up both options.
"I'll go with yellow," I said, without hesitation.
"Is yellow your favorite, my lady?" Lily asked.
I nodded. Yellow had always been my favorite—it suited me well, or so my mother always said.
The dress was beautiful. A floor-length satin gown with a fitted corset bodice that hugged my waist perfectly. The skirt was full and soft, printed with delicate pink flowers across a daffodil-yellow background. Elegant, subtle, and just right for a spring afternoon date.
