Cassia stood in front of the mirror, hands smoothing down the sides of her dress.
It was midnight blue. Sharp at the shoulders. Fitted at the waist. Clean lines, with a high slit that showed just enough leg to make people look twice.
Her earrings were gold. Her heels were higher than necessary. Her lipstick, bold and steady. Nothing flashy. Just fierce.
Dorian leaned against the doorframe, watching her with quiet focus.
“You don’t look like you’re going to a gala,” he said.
She met his eyes in the mirror. “What do I look like, then?”
“Like you’re going to take it.”
Cassia turned. Lifted her chin slightly.
“Good.”
He stepped closer, holding out his arm.
“Ready?”
She picked up her clutch, gave him a calm smile, and slid her hand into his.
“Let’s give them something to talk about.
