Elena's POV
I stared at myself in the full-length mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back.
The gown I had on was a midnight blue, custom-designed dress, hugging my curves before flowing to the floor like water.
The Gala day was finally here and I was so nervous. My hair was swept up in an elegant twist, diamonds glinting at my ears and throat.
Real diamonds, not the cheap costume jewelry I'd worn as Damien's wife.
"You look like a queen," my stylist said, stepping back to admire her work.
"I feel like I'm going to throw up," I admitted.
The stylist smiled knowingly. "That's normal. Big night, big reveal. But trust me, you look absolutely perfect."
Perfect… When was the last time I felt perfect?
Adrian knocked and entered without waiting. My brother stopped complet
