Soraya's POV
"I can't put it on myself," I admitted quietly. "It's... got too many ties."
Darius' eyes met mine. "Do you want me to get one of the attendants to help you?"
I nodded, feeling heat creep back into my face. He pressed the little bell beside him, and within moments one of the attendants appeared.
"Yes, sir?"
"She needs help with the dress," Darius said. "Help her into it."
"Of course," the woman replied with a small smile.
I followed her back behind the screen, and she helped me into the gown, tightening the ribbons until they fit snugly against my back. The fabric slid over my skin like water, hugging my waist and hips perfectly.
When she was done, she stepped back, admiring her work.
"It suits you," she said softly.
When I turned toward the mir
