Chapter 175

Bri

We slipped into Issac’s art room, and Wyatt set the box on the table and stepped back. I was only in Wyatt’s shirt and nothing else. I let it fall to the floor. They were both looking at me like I lost my mind, getting naked in front of Celeste. Glittering lengths of gossamer fabric emerged from the box. “Come help me,” Celeste ordered and my men obliged her. She had them each gingerly take the meager bodice of the dress, as Celeste eased the rest out of the box.

My jaw dropped. The base of the dress was sheer pewter-colored gossamer, but the details sewed into the fabric were more than a statement. Celeste carefully gathered it up and gilded my men to me. I ducked and emerged in it looking into the same mirror a day ago, when Isacc had set my affirmation. I’d get through this. I didn’t know how, but as buttons and pins began to be positioned I looked up into that mirror. The form-fitting mermaid cut dipped into a low V below my navel, the barely there fabric came around my neck