Chapter 32
Azalea stood in front of the mirror as Vick carefully helped her into her dress, adjusting the straps and smoothing the fabric against her skin. The gown was a deep shade of emerald, complimenting her dark hair and eyes, and Vick gave her a satisfied nod once everything was in place. “You look perfect, my lady,” she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork.
Azalea glanced at her reflection, her face calm, though her thoughts were elsewhere. Tonight’s dinner wasn’t something she was looking forward to, but it was part of the charade she had agreed to with Federico. Their contract may have dictated their actions in public, but she was under no illusion about what it meant behind closed doors.
Federico was across the room, adjusting the cufflinks on his royal robe. The quiet
