Serena POV
Cold sweat poured down my body as my feet in white high heels treaded the hotel ballroom towards the elevator that would take me to the restaurant where the event was taking place. I ran my palms over my dress, trying to deal with the sweat soaking my hands.
“How do I look?” I stood before Leopold, asking him to give me an objective assessment.
“Honest?” Leopold shook his head. “This isn't you.”
I let out a long breath, staring at the dress I was wearing now. A plain, white, silky dress didn't reflect me at all. The length of the dress is up to the ankles, with a spaghetti strap style. The chest had a low-cut style, so I had to lift the dress up several times to cover it.
“But I can't lie. You're always beautiful in any outfit.” Leopold smoothed my long black hair down
