Dressed to Destroy

Blair’s POV

“Ma’am, your dress has arrived—“ The maid informed, carrying a black cloth bag.

I didn’t even look up from my glass of wine.

“Took them long enough,” I muttered, voice sharp.

The girl stood there, hugging the bag like it was fragile crystal. Hovering. Waiting for permission. Like I was going to thank her or something.

“Don’t just stand there,” I snapped. “Bring it in and hang it on the