Three hours later:
.....
"This is a stunning chapter." Celeste said above Amara's head, her eyes still glued to the scribbled page, with her lips curved in awe. "Here, fix the zipper," she added, tugging lightly at the fabric that had slipped down her back.
Amara rose from the velvet seat of the boutique changing room, her notepad balanced in one hand. She slid the zipper up with slow, careful fingers, grazing over the warm silk of Celeste's dress.
Celeste's gaze caught the mirror and lingered, admiring the way the champagne satin clung to her curves. She tilted her chin with a little smile. It was the kind of smile she showed whenever she was perfectly aware of the effect she had.
"Let me see that," Celeste reached for the notebook.
Amara tucked it against her chest like a secret. "No."
