Lily's POV
"You look stunning, ma'am," Agnes said, her soft voice tinged with admiration as she stepped back to examine the final touches of my look.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, lips parted slightly.
The black gown clung to me like it had been poured onto my skin, satin, backless, sleeveless, and slit dangerously high up my thigh. Bold. Dramatic. A statement piece made for a mafia bride-to-be. My hair was styled in loose, glossy waves that framed my face. My lips painted blood-red, eyes dark with shadow. I didn’t look like me.
I looked like someone else's fantasy.
"It's what your fiancé requested," Agnes added, as if sensing my discomfort. “He wanted it personally approved by the designer.”
Of course he did.
Draco always wanted to show me off like a trophy.
“Master Dra
