Elena moved off the bed.
Liam watched her cross the room, bare naked, moving with the particular unbothered quality she brought to everything, like the interruption had been a minor administrative matter and she had already processed it and moved on.
She opened the wardrobe on the far wall.
"Where are you going?" Liam said.
She didn't answer immediately.
She was looking through the wardrobe with the focused attention of someone who had already decided what they wanted and was locating it.
She pulled out a pair of black panties and stepped into them, pulling them up over her hips, the towel falling away as she did it. .
Then a bra, fastened at the back without looking, adjusted at the front with two fingers.
Liam sat on the bed and watched all of this.
She pulled out a dress next.
Long and black, the fabric substantial and well cut, falling from a structured neckline all the way to the floor.
