It was a beautiful high-neck white satin dress featuring long, flared sleeves and a perfectly pleated skirt that fell elegantly around her legs.
She slipped on a pair of matching white flat bellies, brushed through her hair to let it fall open over her shoulders, and quickly checked the time. True to his deadline, she had gotten ready in less than fifteen minutes.
Holding the strap of her small sling purse, she opened the heavy door and stepped out into the grand palace corridor. There, she found Iskander waiting for her. He was dressed in a surprisingly casual yet undeniably elegant attire that perfectly suited his powerful frame.
"I am ready," Yohana announced.
Iskander lowered his phone and turned around. The moment his gaze landed on her, his eyes widened slightly, sweeping over her from top to bottom in a rare moment of open appraisal.
