A masquerade ball. It was the perfect blend of the current situation I was in. One would think I was being sneaked out of the castle in the crazy feathery golden mask that was handed to me.
My dress matched the mask's opulence—a deep crimson gown that hugged my curves, adorned with gold accents. The bodice was fitted, cinched at the waist, and flowed into a voluminous skirt that brushed the floor with every step. Delicate lace sleeves draped elegantly over my shoulders, and the fabric shimmered subtly under the ballroom's lights. It was a dress designed to dazzle, one that made me the guests show.
It was anything but concealing, and I couldn't help but wonder what Cassian's motive was for making me wear this dress, especially when everyone thought I was a jealous wife who pushed his mis
