Elena's POV
"You'll want the emerald, not the navy."
Mia held both dresses up against me, squinting with the critical focus of someone who took her role as personal stylist far more seriously than the occasion probably warranted. "Dinner with the in-laws. Even fake ones deserve a good dress."
"They're not fake anymore. That's rather the problem."
"Even better reason for the emerald." She thrust the dress into my hands before I could argue further, already ushering me toward the bathroom to change. "Blackridge estate. God, even the name sounds intimidating. You'll be fine. Just smile and let them do most of the talking."
I wished it were that simple. Three weeks into an engagement that had started as a lie and somehow became the most honest thing in my life, and I still hadn't set foot
