Delilah’s Pov
I had no intention of being here.
This party… this entire ceremony… it was the last place I ever wanted to set foot in. But Stephan had a way of convincing people to do things they shouldn’t.
I should have said no.
I did say no, twice. But here I was, standing at the entrance of the grand hall, covered head to toe in black silk and lace, my face hidden beneath a veil so dark no one could glimpse my features.
And yet…
Every single person in the room had stopped to stare.
I could feel their gazes crawling over me, heavy, curious, hungry. The outfit I’d chosen didn’t help matters. I knew exactly how seductive it was, the way the fabric clung to my body, hugging every curve, dipping dangerously low at the back.
I didn’t pick it for them.
I picked it for him.
And then…
