"I said I'll take care of the dress and everything dolly... come on..." he needed you there, in the stupid upcoming social call.

John was going to pierce the floor by pacing it. the burden he carried as the heir and CEO of his illustrious family legacy was heavy. he wasn't ready to explain for higher ups, no family yet.

They were eager to match their daughters with him, with their judgmental gazes as if he were a horse on display at a high-class auction, and John hated it as much as losing his cigarettes.

As he noted, your dress was ready in no time; crafted from the richest fabrics and adorned with exquisite jewels, to be worn by his maid, you. He saw you as a his doll, beautiful without makeup, even in an old little maid's outfit, but his pride held him back from admitting it.

his breath grazed the curve of your ear as he lingered at your back. the mirror reflected his gaze, which bore into yours. He fastens your necklace. The piece is elegant fitting with your dress. he whispers, "Keep these all yours, be mine tonight.”