In his control

Amber showered quickly, her mind on fire with worry, fear, and guilt. But she shook it off and changed into one of the dresses Alexander had gifted her. The dress was simple, navy blue, yet the fabric was soft, it fitted her perfectly, clinging to her curves in a flattering manner. She felt strange in something so expensive, the luxury reminding her of the disparity between them. She didn't use much makeup, a deliberate choice to keep her face natural. She knew he liked her natural beauty, preferring the simplicity of her natural features. She applied just a bit of mascara, a touch of lip balm, and the faintest line of eyeliner, keeping the rest of her makeup to a minimum. She studied her reflection, her fingers nervously smoothing her hair down, the weight of her secrets heavy in her pocket.