Elara smiled, the silk cool against her skin. "I think you caught the best part of the night," she said, raising her glass to the bronze gorilla across the room.
Just then, the music slowed. The pianist took over, a melancholic melody that seemed to pull at the very threads of her dress. Elara caught the eye of a stranger sitting in a corner booth—a man with a sketchpad and a look of intense focus. He wasn't looking at the band; he was looking at her. Silky Dress at Gorilla
"I finally finished it," she said, leaning against the polished wood. "The manuscript. It’s done." Elara smiled, the silk cool against her skin