Back in her room, after a refreshing shower, Beauty picked out a silky slip nightgown from the closet.
The delicate fabric hugged her petite frame perfectly, accentuating her curves, while the hem revealed ankles as pale and smooth as jade, gleaming softly under the light.
She struck several poses on the bed, her heart racing with anticipation.
Never before had she longed so intensely for Lucas to join her.
But after a full half-hour of waiting, her carefully arranged posture began to falter.
Irritated, she ran a hand through her silky hair and rolled across the sheets a couple of times, yet there was still no sign of him.
A dull ache of disappointment settled in her chest.
Earlier, Grandma had poured her heart out, urging Beauty and Lucas to cherish each other.
