The stylist had transformed Sophia in ways that went beyond clothes and makeup. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in her suite, she barely recognized the woman staring back at her.
Her navy blue suit fit perfectly, showing power and confidence. Her hair, usually loose to hide behind, was now in a neat low bun that showed her sharp cheekbones, the same ones she saw in Alexander’s face. Her makeup was subtle but polished, and her diamond earrings added quiet elegance.
"You look perfect," the stylist said with genuine admiration. "Like you were born to wear Armani."
But it wasn’t just the clothes. Sophia’s eyes had changed. There was a new steel in them, a determination she hadn’t had before, knowing she finally had people who would protect her, not use her.
“How do you feel?” D
