Sealed in Gold
Added 2025-04-02 19:27:03 +0000 UTCSteam curled through the hallway as she stepped out of the bathroom, bare feet silent against the plush carpet. Her skin still tingled, clad in the glossy pink swimsuit that clung to her like a second skin. Her breaths came slow, shallow—her body lightheaded from the shower, her thoughts softened, blurry.
She didn’t notice the ring on her finger yet.
The hallway glowed soft pink. Her hair—long now—clung to her damp back. A clip kept a few strands in place, as if some guiding hand still lingered.
The bedroom door waited open.
Inside, the room pulsed with warmth. On the bed: a golden dress, sleek and radiant. A pair of heels. A velvet box with lipstick and earrings laid open like a ritual.
She walked toward it. She didn’t question why.
The swimsuit slid down her thighs. Her reflection in the vanity flickered briefly—not quite her, not quite someone else. The dress fit perfectly. Of course it did.
As she dressed, her hair lengthened, her posture shifted. Her waist drew in, her breasts lifted by the fabric’s tight embrace. Her eyes glossed with a soft shimmer. By the time she stepped into the hallway again, the transformation had ripened.
She felt like someone else entirely. Ryan did not fit anymore.
She descended the pink staircase slowly. Heels clicked. Lights brightened to greet her. The satin of the dress whispered against her thighs.
At the bottom, two figures stood in waiting.
One: a maid in black. Pale hands folded in front of her. A small, proper smile on her lips. Her eyes a sharp pink that shimmered—but only if you looked too long.
The other: Ethan.
Or what remained of him.
He stood tall now, posture perfect. A sleek black suit wrapped his form, sharp sunglasses obscuring his gaze. In one hand, he held a bouquet of lilies.
She hesitated.
The maid turned toward her with a polite nod. "The ceremony went smoothly, ma'am. Shall I prepare the master suite?"
Silence stretched. Ethan didn’t speak.
The woman in gold took one slow breath. Her hand lifted to touch the ring—now warm against her skin.
She met the maid’s eyes. Her voice, when it came, was soft.
"Yes... thank you, Lily."
And she smiled.
It was the first thing that felt entirely hers.
