Mara POV
The dress fits like it was designed for my body specifically.
I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back. The midnight blue gown hugs every curve, falls to the floor in a waterfall of silk. My hair is styled in soft waves. My makeup is flawless—done by a professional who arrived at four o'clock and transformed me into someone who belongs in Lucien's world.
I look expensive. Elegant. Empty.
Diana helped me zip up the dress before leaving for her Saturday night plans. She'd taken one look at me and said, "You look like a princess trapped in a tower."
She wasn't wrong.
A knock on my bedroom door makes me jump.
"Mara?" Lucien's voice is muffled through the wood. "Car's here."
I take one last look at the stranger in the mirror,
