Kylie's POV.
The morning light spilled into Logan's office, catching the glint of determination in his eyes as he looked up to see me at the door. I felt the fabric of my new dress hug my frame, each thread woven with a mix of newfound confidence and slight apprehension about the path I had embarked upon.
“Anne, you look... formidable," Logan began, his voice even and measured, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His gaze swept over me, appreciative yet not overly surprised. He had seen many beautiful women in his life; his calm acknowledgment was a reminder of his experience.
“Thank you, Logan," I replied, allowing myself a small smile, feeling the weight of his approval bolster my spirits. “It feels different, powerful."
He nodded, his expression shifting to one of a mentor
