Zoriana looked in the mirror; a sleepless night had left its mark on her face. To make matters worse, the outfits left for her in the closet seemed designed to highlight her exhaustion. The rack was filled with pastel pinks, pale lavenders, mint greens, and neon yellows—everything that made her look washed out. She couldn't attend breakfast in yesterday’s ball gown, so she settled on a light lavender knee-length dress and flat sandals, applying enough makeup to look less like a ghost.
Too many thoughts were swirling in her head. She was supposed to be relieved that Gael hadn't betrayed her, yet the news hadn't brought the peace she expected. She hated to admit it, but she felt a twinge of shame: last night, she had almost asked Tristan to stay. She didn't know why; she just needed him clo
