Delilah’s Pov
I stood before the mirror, fastening the last clasp of my gown. The fabric shimmered like liquid dusk, a deep violet that caught every flicker of candlelight in my chamber.
I smoothed the skirt with my palms, studying the way it clung to my body before spilling into graceful folds. My reflection stared back at me, my cheeks flushed from anticipation, my lips painted a soft rose, my hair pinned with silver combs that glittered like stars.
For a fleeting moment, I almost looked like someone else. Someone belonging to his world.
“You’ve been having a good time with Malric,” Reyna’s voice cut into my thoughts.
I glanced over my shoulder. She lounged on the edge of my bed, a knowing smile tugging at her lips, her auburn hair spilling like fire over her shoulders.
“What do
