I stared at my reflection in the gilded vanity mirror, barely recognizing the unmarked face looking back at me. Two omega girls worked quietly on my hair, their movements practiced and deferential. My skin was flawless—no trace of the maroon crescent moon that had covered the left half of my face since birth.
"Not too elaborate," I instructed as one of the girls started twisting my hair into an intricate updo, though I didn't recognize it as my voice, my words even as they came out of my mouth. "I'm just having breakfast with my father."
"Of course, Miss Arianna," the younger omega murmured, immediately adjusting to a simpler style.
I studied the opulent bedroom around me—cream walls, king-sized bed with gauzy canopy, walk-in closet filled with designer clothes. Sophia's room. No, my ro
