Selene~~
The following morning, the city pulsed around me with its usual rhythm, honking taxis, clattering heels on pavement, but none of it seemed to touch me. I stood still, watching my reflection in the mirror of my hotel room.
I looked… different.
Not drastically. Not enough for someone on the street to stop and stare, but enough for me to feel it in my bones. My blouse was crisp white, tucked into charcoal-gray slacks that hugged my hips in a way that screamed ambition. My hair was pinned into a soft chignon, my makeup minimal, save for the confident stroke of eyeliner that made my dark eyes look sharper than they’d ever felt.
“Today is not about him, Selene,” I murmured to my reflection. “Today is about me, focus.”
I reached for my bag, hesitating only a second when I glanced at
