The dress was a weapon in its own right.

It was a floor-length gown of midnight blue silk, cut dangerously low in the back and featuring a slit that rode high up her thigh. It clung to her curves like a second skin, elegant but predatory. As Sienna stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror of

The new dress was a masterpiece of deception.

Woven from midnight-blue silk that clung to Sienna’s curves like liquid shadow, it featured a high, elegant neckline and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the bandages wrapped around her lacerated arm. No one looking at her would ever suspect that

The crystal flute felt heavy in Sienna’s hand, the chilled glass weeping condensation against her skin. The champagne inside bubbled merrily, looking like nothing more than a harmless, expensive vintage.

But Sienna knew better. She stared at the pale golden liquid, swirling it gently.

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