I look at myself in the mirror with the black dress already on. It's incredible how I went from looking daring and sensual to appearing completely elegant and refined. I feel like a young girl going to a graduation dance with the boy she likes. I don't know why, but I have that slight feeling when I look closely at my reflection.
The nerves are acting up after they had calmed down, but once the dress was on, they completely enveloped me. My hands are cold, my legs tremble a bit, and I swear I'm short of breath. I don't know what else Daemon can do beyond what he's already done, and that's what makes me more anxious. He named a wine in my honor, calling it as he usually calls me, and he even crafted it himself just for my birthday. What more will he give me?
He has showered me with gifts
