Salon Amants Luxury Sleepwear: Midnight Veil, Where elegance meets the undone

She stood by the mirror, the hush of evening pressing close. The city was asleep but her thoughts weren’t. Every fold of silk seemed to remember a touch she’d almost forgotten. She’d grown used to it. The kind that comes from absence. The kind that lingers after someone’s voice fades down a hallway you can’t follow.

The nightgown found her like a secret from another life. Soft, ivory, alive against her skin, something she hadn’t felt in far too long. It promised possibility. As she fastened the tie, she caught her reflection again. The woman staring back was both her secret and her return.

The candle trembled once. She smiled, just slightly.

If he were to knock tonight, she wouldn’t hide.