Amethyst’s POV
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, taking a moment to appreciate the image before me.
I was adorned in a dark green surplice neck dress, which featured ruched detailing and a split thigh that was cinched at the waist with a delicate belt. To complete my outfit, I had chosen a pair of silver glitter stiletto-heeled court pumps, which sparkled elegantly with every movement.
My hair was styled in voluminous curls that cascaded over my shoulders, perfectly framing my face. I had applied some makeup, carefully enhancing my features to elevate the entire look.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm the flutter of nerves building inside me.
It had been a few weeks since Devon and Celine's cousin had left New York. The departure came after a tense encounter in which I near
