Chapter 4:THE TRANSFORMATION
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The shower in the penthouse was larger than Elena’s entire apartment. It had six different jets, steam control, and smelled of eucalyptus and wealth.
Elena stood under the hot water for a long time, scrubbing away the grime of the city and the smell of the hotel kitchen. She watched the dirty water swirl down the drain, feeling like she was washing away her old life along with it.
When she finally stepped out and wrapped herself in a plush white robe, she found the bedroom transformed.
A team of three people was waiting.
"She’s out!" a petite woman with bright pink hair announced. She clapped her hands. "Okay team, we have forty-five minutes. Hair, face, nails. Go, go, go!"
Elena didn't have a chance to speak. She was guided into a chair, and the work began.
They dried her hair, styling it into soft, glossy waves that cascaded down her back. They painted her nails a pale, elegant pink. Makeup was applied with expert precision—hiding the dark circles under her eyes, highlighting her cheekbones, and painting her lips a soft rose color.
"Stand up," the stylist commanded.
She held out a dress. It wasn't a traditional wedding gown—it was far more sophisticated. It was a cream-colored silk midi dress with long sleeves and a modest neckline, but tailored so perfectly that it hugged every curve of Elena’s body.
Elena stepped into it. The silk felt like water against her skin.
The stylist handed her a pair of nude heels. "Perfect. Now, look."
Elena turned to the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She gasped.
The woman staring back at her wasn't the tired, overworked waitress who counted pennies for bus fare. She looked poised, elegant, and expensive. She looked like she belonged here.
"Thank you," she whispered, touching her own cheek.
"Don't thank us, honey. Thank the credit card," the stylist winked. "Mr. Thorne is waiting in the library."
Elena took a deep breath, smoothed the silk of her dress, and walked out of the bedroom.
She found Julian in the library, a room lined with dark mahogany bookshelves. He was standing by the window, pouring a glass of amber liquid. He had changed too, into a fresh, impeccably cut black suit.
"I'm ready," she said softly.
Julian turned around. The glass halted halfway to his mouth.
For a second—just a fraction of a second—his mask slipped. His steel-gray eyes widened slightly as they swept over her, from the glossy waves of her hair to the curve of her waist in the silk dress. The air in the room seemed to thick suddenly.
He didn't say anything. He just stared.
Elena shifted nervously. " Is it... is it okay? Is it too much?"
Julian blinked, and the mask slammed back into place. He took a sip of his drink, his expression cool again.
"It is adequate," he said, his voice flat. "You look the part."
He set the glass down and checked his watch. "The judge is here. Let’s get this over with."
The "wedding" took place five minutes later in front of the fireplace. There were no flowers. No music. No guests. Just Julian, Elena, a gray-haired judge, and Julian’s lawyer as the witness.
"Do you, Julian Alexander Thorne, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," Julian said.
"And do you, Elena Rossi, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Elena looked at Julian. up close, she could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. She thought about the five million dollars. She thought about Toby’s surgery scheduled for the morning.
"I do," she said clearly.
"Then, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife."
There was no kiss. Julian simply nodded to the judge.
"Thank you, Your Honor."
As the judge began to pack up his papers, Julian turned to Elena. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
He opened it to reveal a ring. It was massive—a square-cut diamond that caught the light and fractured it into a thousand rainbows. It was beautiful, heavy, and cold.
"Give me your hand," he ordered.
Elena held out her left hand. Julian slid the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, heavy and binding.
"Wear it at all times," he said, still holding her hand. "Never take it off in public. As far as the world is concerned, this symbol is real."
He looked at her, his thumb brushing over the diamond. "Welcome to the family, Mrs. Thorne."
Before Elena could answer, the library doors burst open.
"Julian!"
An older woman marched in. She wore pearls, tweed, and a look of absolute fury.
Julian didn't flinch. He didn't even let go of Elena’s hand. He turned to face the intruder with a bored expression.
"Mother," he said calmly. "You're just in time to congratulate the bride."
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