Camilla's POV
The dress Eden had chosen clung to every curve with stunning precision. I stood before the full-length mirror, captivated by my own reflection. The fabric embraced my waist perfectly, creating an hourglass silhouette that made me feel powerful. The thigh-high slit revealed just enough skin to be provocative without crossing into inappropriate territory. I shifted my weight, watching how the light danced across the material's surface.
This was what a dress should do - transform the wearer into something extraordinary.
"Enjoying the view?"
My trance broke at the sound of Eden's amused voice. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, wearing a satisfied grin that suggested she'd been watching for several minutes. The knowing look in her eyes made it clear she'd caught me in a moment of pure vanity.
