THE CHARITY GALA
Glande's POV
The charity gala arrived sooner than I expected.
For the first time in days, I stood in front of my bedroom mirror longer than necessary.
The midnight-blue gown hung gracefully against my body, fitting as though it had been made exclusively for me. The delicate crystals around the neckline shimmered whenever I moved, catching the soft light from the bedroom lamp.
I hardly recognized the woman staring back at me.
She looked... confident.
Elegant.
Beautiful.
A gentle knock sounded on my bedroom door.
"Come in."
Jasmine stepped inside, carrying a pair of silver heels.
The moment she saw me, she stopped walking.
For several long seconds, she stared.
Then she slowly shook her head.
"I knew it would look beautiful."
She smiled.
"I just didn't expec
