
Ella
Ella reached into the ornately carved armoire and removed the gown, reveling in the feel of fine silk. She slipped it over her head and let it slide down her naked body, hugging her hips and hanging perfectly just above her ankles. She stepped into the heels, as delicate as spun glass, and then she leaned over, brushing her hair forward like a crashing red wave. She stood quickly, whipping her hair back, and looked into the mirror, her green eyes sparking with beauty. She…