Chapter Forty Three

The dress Thane had picked out for me wasn’t that bad. Though it revealed my back and threatened to go lower, the front was decent enough, exposing a little of my cleavage. The green dress had two slender straps and a deep slit. It was beautiful.

Thane walked in, already fully dressed; of course, he didn’t need much to look as spectacular as he did now.

"Sit,” he says, pointing at the chair, and I take my seat, knowing if I don't, there will be consequences.

He selected a large diamond necklace with matching earrings, and he put them on me. I didn’t miss his hands lingering on my neck longer than supposed. But he hadn’t stopped there; he had proceeded with my hair. It was indeed a surprise; one would never expect a man like Thane to have the patience required to learn hair styling.

“How did you learn how to do this?” I asked, staring at the mirror. My hair was in an updo, and I was sure I had never looked this beautiful.

“I did this for my mother a few times,” he admitted, but there w