Nyxia’s POV:
The white sleeveless silk dress clung to my torso like a second skin, and the rest of it slid down like a waterfall, creating the perfect shimmery mermaid silhouette.
The burn scars I had gotten on my shoulder from the fire four years ago were hidden beneath a thick layer of concealer. The tail of the dress was long, dragging along the floor, and when I came out of my pained haze, I realized my hair and makeup had already been done.
My hair was styled in an elaborate updo, adorned with a delicate white flower crown resting on my forehead, while my bangs were styled to perfection. I looked like the perfect doll. Ready to be played with.
On the surface, I appeared ethereal—my eyelids shimmered, giving my face a glow, but the contrast with the cherry red lipstick only emphas
