Tabitha’s POV
The steam from the shower still clung to my skin as I stood in front of the mirror, a towel wrapped around me. I wiped away the condensation, revealing my reflection. The woman staring back at me looked familiar yet different—stronger, more resolute. There was a spark in her eyes, a determination that hadn’t been there before.
Tonight’s dinner loomed in my mind, the weight of it settling in my chest. Fabrizio had been vague, but I could sense the importance behind his words. He wasn’t one for idle gatherings; if he wanted to talk, it meant something significant was on the horizon.
I took my time getting ready, slipping into a simple black dress that hugged my figure without being too revealing. It was one of the few pieces Fabrizio hadn’t replaced—one that I had insisted o
