By the time I stepped out of the dorm, the sky had already shifted into a deep shade of evening blue, the air carrying that subtle coolness that always came just before a long night.
A sleek car was already waiting. Not unfamiliar. Not anymore.
The driver stepped out the moment he saw me, opening the door with calm efficiency.
“Good evening, Ma’am. Sir Wallace sent me to pick you up.”
I gave a small nod and slipped inside, my fingers instinctively smoothing the fabric of the gown Wilthon had chosen for me.
Even now, I still couldn’t quite believe how I looked.
After the bath, after the brief moment of calm, everything had moved quickly. A team had arrived… stylists, makeup artists, people who worked with such precision that I barely had time to process anything.
They dressed me, s
