Kira's POV.
“You look gorgeous, ma’am. Absolutely stunning,” the servant responsible for dressing me up gushed, her nervous hands adjusting the delicate straps of the midnight-blue gown.
I rolled my eyes, catching my reflection in the ornate mirror. The gown hugged my curves perfectly, its shimmer catching the dim light of the room, and I hated how effortlessly it seemed to amplify my allure. I knew I looked stunning...always did...but the thought of dressing up for them made my blood boil. This wasn’t about me, it was about their twisted obsession.
“Save your flattery,” I muttered coldly, pushing her hands away. “You’re wasting your time.”
The girl flinched slightly, her timid eyes meeting mine. “I-I’m just doing what Master Newton ordered, ma’am.”
I scoffed, turning back to the mir
