EVELYN’S POV
The next day.
I stood in front of the mirror, wearing the dress that was already laid out for me before I woke up. There were maids here, as expected but I had dismissed them, making it clear that I wouldn’t be needing their services as time went on.
If I was in a prison the least I could do was have a space that was just mine.
I brushed my hand over the dress, intricately designed with stones, material that hugged my body perfectly. The light shade of blue complimenting my pale skin.
My eyes flickered to my hair and I grinned.
I left the house with a permanent smile on my face.
Damon leaned on the car, and his eyes almost bulged out of the sockets when he saw me. His eyes flickered to my hair and then to my dress.
“Ermm I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
I flas
