SERAFINA’S POV
I was seated in my bedroom being glammed up for the masked ball event.
I had told Adrik that I could do my hair and makeup but he had cut short my protest, insisting that he wanted his wife to look exceptional.
Staring at myself in the mirror as they worked their magic, my stomach knotted in anxiety. A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts as it opened to reveal Nadia holding a white garment bag that was embossed with an Alexander McQueen logo.
“Delivery for Mrs Ivanova from Mr Ivanov,” she called out, a wide smile spreading across her face.
Smiling back I rose from my seat and took the bag from her. I unzipped it slowly, my fingers trembling and my breath caught.
The dress was a rich deep shade of midnight blue, like the ocean just before a storm. It was s
