Isla’s POV
As Lucians eye’s gave me a once over, I turned to the full length mirror in the room.
The fabric of my new dress was one of the softest I’d ever felt. It flowed like water down to the ground in almost a grecian style.
This dress may have been fresher than my old one, but I felt no more comfortable in it.
I had no make up to highlight my features. My hair was long and unadorned.
It fell almost to my waist in a wavy mess. My dress so beautiful, but the rest of me didn’t match it
While I had never been one to obsess over myself in a mirror, in my former life, I enjoyed getting dressed up. Feeling beautiful. Seeing the look on Adrian’s face when he saw me in a new dress for the first time.
I gripped my old rags in my hand. You could hardly call it a
