Chapter Fifty-One: "Take it home, Bree"

Bree had no idea that she had dropped the glass of drink, she had even forgotten she held anything. Her senses were wrapped around the woman her eyes just met, the lady in red. Previously, Andrea's dress was covered by a fur coat that was big enough it covered from her back to the sole of her feet but now, the coat must've been hung somewhere and her dress had been exposed to the eyes of the public.

The dress was a red illusion, sheer lace dress. The dress hugged her curves divinely. The lace only covered a small part of her breasts, probably her nipples and the rest was left exposed for the pleasure of her company or for her own personal feelings.

Bree was dry in the mouth.

Andrea looked too sexy.

And even though Bree loved how the dress looked on Andrea, at that moment, she only wished she could rip it off.

Despite the dress having the ability to provoke lewd thoughts in Bree, she hated it.

Andrea was exposed to everyone in this room.