Lilith's POV
The evening gown my mother picked for me was a deep crimson silk dress, cut so daringly I could scarcely believe it – the shoulders were completely bare, and the open back plunged all the way down to my waist.
The deep V-neckline squeezed my chest so tightly I could barely breathe, pushing my breasts up to create a cleavage deep enough to hide a dagger.
Standing before the massive dressing mirror, every slight rustle of the skirt felt like an unfamiliar finger brushing against my thighs.
The overly revealing outfit made my skin crawl.
"Mom," I turned, my voice pleading, "This is too much. Let me change into something simpler..."
But my mother's eyes lit up. She circled me once, her gaze sharp as it scanned every detail, finally nodding with clear satisfaction.
Her ton
