Chapter Thirty Seven.
Dinah's POV
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The mirror didn’t lie. Not today.
My reflection stared back at me, polished but dangerous. The soft waves of my hair were tucked behind one ear, and the diamond-studded earrings Jayden had laid out for me this morning sparkled like warning signs.
My makeup was flawless, but not loud. And my lips? Blood red. This wasn’t a press conference.
This was war.
Jayden entered the dressing suite at the hotel with a tablet in hand, dressed in a sharp navy suit.
"They’re ready downstairs," he said, voice low.
I stood, smoothing the front of my tailored dress. It was white and clean. Because they’d tried to dirty my name, and now I was walking in like absolution dressed in silk and stilettos.
"You sure you want to do this today?" he asked. "We can delay
