~ Niamh ~
"Get dressed, sweetheart," Cristiano urged, sitting on my bed with a look that was pure mischief. "And don't hold back. Wear something that'll make a man forget his own name."
I didn't need to be told twice.
The reckless energy from earlier was humming through my veins like a live wire. I walked into my walk-in closet and started the transformation.
I did my makeup first, sitting at the vanity and staring at my reflection until I didn't recognize the girl looking back.
I went for a smoky, dark eye that made the green in my irises pop like emeralds, and a deep, blood-red lipstick that looked like a warning.
I highlighted my cheekbones and collarbones until they glowed under the recessed lighting. I wanted to look sharp. I wanted to look dangerous.
Then, I found the perfect dress.
