Parisa's POV
Standing in front of the mirror, I wiped my dress down again for any signs of wrinkles. It was a black, floor-length dress with lace across the chest that laid perfectly beside my shoulders. My shoulders were bare, just for the small number of love bites that Hades had left earlier. While I was in the bathroom, trying to cover them up, he swatted my hand away and carefully wiped the barely-there makeup.
"I want everyone to know you're mine," he growled in my ear as he tickled my waistline with his fingers.
My hair was slightly curled at the bottom, black heels to match, not an inch of color. My strawberry blonde hair was a sharp contrast as I compared the two. "I have one last thing," Hades announced as he walked up behind me. Through the window, I could see his crisp blac
