Isabella’s POV
꧁𓃙𓃠𓃥𓃚꧂
Morning light spilled into my room, warm and soft, brushing across my face. For one small second, I felt peaceful.
Then I remembered.
The wedding.
Evergreen.
Clara.
The gold mask.
The gown Leon personally sent.
My stomach clenched.
I sat up and looked toward the chair where I’d carefully hung the dress the night before.
My breath froze.
“What… what is this?”
The dress was gone.
No—not gone.
Destroyed.
Shredded into long, uneven strips. Fabric ripped like it had been attacked by claws. The smooth gold silk was torn open, the gemstones scattered across the floor like fallen tears.
My heels lay beside it—cut clean through the straps.
My mask…
My beautiful mask…
Cracked straight down the middle.
“No…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “No, no, no…”
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