NARA POV
Exactly one hour later, I stood in front of a full-length mirror, staring at a version of myself I didn’t even recognize.
I had become a drop-dead goddess in red.
The dress hugged me like a second skin—deep red silk, with a high slit that ran all the way up my thigh and stopped just barely respectful. The neckline plunged in a heart-shaped dip that showcased every soft, full curve of my breasts while still holding a dangerous elegance. The back was open, showing off the smooth line of my spine, and the fabric shimmered under the lights like liquid fire.
A pure diamond necklace rested at my collarbone—simple, radiant, expensive enough to feed a nation. My black glitter heels sparkled like stars with every step I took.
My hair had been curled into long, soft waves cascading do
