Elise whose cheeks were red tried to find the right word to speak, but after what Ian had told her with his seductive smile, she felt as if something had stuck on her throat, and somewhere Elise was sure that it was her heart that jammed on her throat. "What is this?" she asked, trying to force the heat on her cheeks and ears away by deviating his attention to her question.
"What do you think? It's a dress that I had someone to tailor for you," Ian entered her room seamlessly as if it was the most natural thing for him to do, and with a click, he closed the door behind him.
A dress? Elise watched how Ian made his way to the corner of her bed. His hand took the dress that Edward gave her to take it to his hand, and with a light snap, a flame caught the hem of the dress and Ian threw the dress to the fireplace to watch the fabric turning to ash.
"Ah!" A gasp escaped from her lips when seeing the dress turn to nothingness.
