Diana’s pov
“A man never tells.”
He winked at me when he said this.
“That’s a magician. Did you really have this made for me?” I asked once again as I looked at it.
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful and I don’t want to think about it that much.
But looking at this dress makes me want to cry.
I gestured at Ezra to get out because I desperately wanted to try it on.
He raised his hands at my glare and walked out without another word.
I looked at it, I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn’t believe the girl looking back at me.
The dress was elegant and dramatic, with a fitted bodice, a sweetheart neckline, and intricate silver embroidery that shimmered like starlight across the fabric.
A bold high slit on the right revealed my leg.
Black velvet, a colour that matched m
