The bright moonlight filtered through the large window, landing directly on a white chaise lounge that looked like it belonged in a French palace.
Is this where I'm going to sit?
My fingers ran across the soft fabric of the chaise lounge, feeling its intricate embroidery.
"Do you like it? Ever since you agreed yesterday, I haven't stopped thinking about how to make it comfortable for you to pose. I hope this is okay."
Lucas walked in with a tray of fresh fruits, chocolates, and other small refreshments. He placed the tray on the small table beside the chaise lounge, then turned to look at me.
"Yes, this is perfect. Thank you so much. Just tell me what to do, I've never done this sort of thing before," I said, sitting down.
