Within minutes, Cathie stepped out of the bathroom, the faint scent of jasmine still clinging to her skin.
She walked straight to her closet.
Her fingers brushed past silks and tailored pieces before she paused, then reached for an emerald-green gown.
It was understated yet commanding.
The fabric flowed smoothly, hugging her frame in a way that felt deliberate rather than indulgent. The gown cinched gently at the waist before falling in clean, elegant lines, accentuating her curves without excess. The shade of green complemented her complexion perfectly… rich, confident, and unmistakably Valente.
This wasn’t a dress meant to impress strangers.
It was a dress meant to stand before her father.
She slipped into it effortlessly.
Moments later, her makeup was set… soft but precise. Defi
