Sibyl waited and waited until midnight. She was restless. But, what exactly was she waiting for? She couldn't say. But what she knew, was that she just couldn't stay like this.
It was impossible. The nerve of that man!
What did he take her for?!
She noticed the music downstairs had stopped. All the guests had probably gotten out to wherever they came from. Perfect. She wanted them out.
Others were probably sleeping now as well. But she just couldn't. Not when her nude had been in full display for all Tom, Dick and Harry to gaze at.
Tsk!
God, she was going to kill him!
Behind the closed doors of her room, Sibyl stood before her mirror. But this time, she did not admire her reflection.
She stripped herself of it. The silks, the jewels, the adoration. Everything.
In their place, she wore something simpler. A dark blue gown, underneath a black cloak. The cloak was drawn over her shoulders, with its hood casting her face into shadow.
