Amara's POV
After I finished washing up and set aside my old clothes and torn pants, I honestly shocked when I see the outfit that Theo dan Ethan had prepared for me. I quickly wear it, then stand in front of the tall silver-framed mirror, hardly recognize the woman who’re staring back at me. The outfit is a blouse crafted with fabric that soft and delicate. The sleeves flowed elegantly past my wrist, widening at the ends in a gentle, graceful flare. Thin, intricate lace traced along the neckline and down my arms, forming royal and elegant patterns . The blouse wasn’t tight, but it shaped my figure in a feminine way, soft at the shoulders, gently fitted around my waist. Not too seductive or flashy just like I want.
I shift my gaze away from the mirror, look around at Lucian’s grand and m
