The black gown fit like it had been painted on her body. Sophia stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the elegant woman looking back at her. Miss Laurent had outdone herself… the dress was a masterpiece of midnight silk that transformed Sophia into someone who belonged at high-society events.
"Perfect," Ethan said from behind her, his voice carrying approval that felt more like an assessment than a compliment. "You look exactly like what you are… my wife."
Sophia turned to face him, taking in his appearance with reluctant admiration. His black tuxedo was flawlessly tailored, making him look like he'd stepped off the pages of a magazine. The diamond cufflinks probably cost more than her old apartment's yearly rent.
"And what exactly am I supposed to be to
