ARYA’S POV
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me.
The emerald green dress hugged my curves in all the right places before flowing out slightly at the hips, and the back dipped low enough to my waist.
I'd paired it with simple gold jewelry and heels that added three inches to my height. I looked... beautiful.
I took one last deep breath, checked my lipstick one final time, and headed downstairs.
The moment I appeared at the top of the staircase, tje conversations stopped. Giovanni stood in the foyer with Matteo and two other guards, all of them dressed in dark suits.
Their heads turned in unison, and I watched as every single one of them went completely still.
Giovanni's reaction was the most visible. His eyes widene
