@quintus_knightfallEverything was perfect. The internationally imported art pieces, the breathtakingly regal architecture, and the city views that only the most romanticism visions of New York could imagine all filled Valerie with a euphoric sense of home she had never felt before. Stepping out of the penthouse's personal elevator, she removed her belted Saint Laurent gray wool and angora coat, revealing her ivory silk tank top by the same designer and Gucci leather leggings, the luxury attire completed by a white gold Cartier Baignoire watch and black Louboutin pumps.
Throwing her white Gucci bag on the couch of their expansive living room and kicking her heels off anxiously, she closed her eyes and let the familiar scent of Quintus' Dolce & Gabbana cologne ease her mind after a long day of meetings and appearances. Despite all the home's opulent furnishings and decadent design, her favorite part about it was how much it inevitably managed to remind her of him. Her lingering thoughts brought a small smile to her luscious lips, she padded through the silent penthouse to their private quarters.
Assuming Quintus had yet to return from whatever business called for the day, she decided to spend her temporary solitude invigorating herself with a hot shower. Preparing the water she let her designer garments slip to the floor, a subtle layer of goosebumps crawling across the silky skin of her supple figure. As a cloud of fresh steam filled the air of their bathroom, the glamorous socialite glided into the spacious shower and let the sauna relax her muscles while awaiting her fiance's return.
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