Only her flawless figure could carry off such a challenging design—on anyone else, it would have looked downright disastrous.
Beauty studied her reflection in the mirror: the delicate eyes, the refined features, the elegantly sculpted contours.
A faint smile touched her lips.
"I think this dress is perfect.
Once I put my hair up, it'll complement the style even better.
We're just attending as guests, not the center of attention.
No need to overdress."
She meant every word.
After all, showing up as Lucas's wife at a rival company's opening gala already had her on edge.
She'd slipped away right after work, sending Lucas a quick text before making her escape.
She wondered if he'd be angry when he saw it.
Lately, her survival instincts had sharpened considerably.
Even the slightest frown from the CEO made her feel like the sky was falling, so she treaded carefully in everything she did.
Hannah picked a short purple dress that hugged her petite frame perfectly.
