Ravenna's POV
I stood still as the maids tugged and pinned, their hands quick and certain while I felt anything but steady. The gown was a shade of soft blue—light as breath—yet heavy with a kind of elegance I had never carried before.
The fabric shimmered faintly, catching the candlelight like ripples on water. They twisted my hair into something elaborate—smooth and pinned—nothing like the wild waves I usually ignored. Perfume clung to my skin, and the brush of powder left my face feeling strange and unfamiliar.
The fabric of the gown Marissa chose for me clung perfectly to my skin—just a little too much for my liking. However, I couldn't deny it looked good: sophisticated, with a boatload of elegance and prestige. Exactly the kind of thing Lucien's wife should wear.
"Remem
