Chapter 77
Azalea stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a poise that wasn’t entirely natural but necessary for the evening ahead. She turned slightly, admiring the fall of her dress, the shimmer of the fabric under the faint light. For once, she liked how she looked, not because she sought to impress, but because she knew appearances tonight were weapons.
She smoothed her hair back and exhaled, steadying her nerves.
The door creaked, and Vicky stepped in. “My lady,” she said softly, “Bennett has just arrived.”
Azalea’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Good,” she murmured, reaching for the bracelet that matched her gown. “And what about Maya?”
Before Vicky could respond, another maid rushed in and dipped her head respectfully. “Forgive me, my lady, but L
