After the breathless chaos of the marble bathtub, Aneesha had firmly chased Christopher out of the bathroom so she could properly finish getting ready.

She took her time drying off, selecting a fresh outfit from the wardrobe Mrs. Gable had arranged. It was a stunning turquoise-blue georgette saree rich, vibrant, and light as air, bordered with delicate antique gold threadwork. The matching turquoise blouse had elbow-length sleeves and a sweetheart neckline that gracefully framed the heavy, plush swell of her chest without exposing too much. She draped the pleats with practiced care, pinning the pallu neatly over her shoulder, leaving just a modest hint of her soft, curvy waist visible.