บท 42: The Mask of Celeste Brightwell

After a long day of looking for the perfect evening dress, both Celeste and Jade agreed that she needed to look dangerous and sexy.

It was the only way for her to give a strong first impression—something that screamed, 'I have goods, and I know it.'

Celeste hadn't realized she had all the curves in the right places, her form shaped with a grace that felt effortlessly refined.

It was something Jade had pointed out each time She found a dress too modest or with colors too safe, like pink, purple, or green. No, she wanted it to pop—with sparkling yellow, red, or black.

It wasn't enough that the line of her bodice was low. No, it had to cup her breasts into an inviting bowl of soft flesh.

Exposing her smooth white thighs was not just preferred—it was essential, half hidden behind a side-cut slit, offering just enough to spark the imagination.