Liora’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror, trying to convince myself that I did not look like an imposter. The evening gown draped across my body like liquid midnight, smooth and soft and far more elegant than anything I had ever worn. It hugged my waist and fell in perfect waves, the kind of gown worn by women who belonged at charity galas without trembling.
I inhaled slowly. This was it. Ezra would be here any minute. I just needed to breathe, walk out, and pray I did not trip over my own feet.
Before I could take a step, Gina burst into my bedroom without knocking.
“No. Absolutely not,” she declared.
I blinked. “What did I do?”
“Your makeup,” she said, crossing her arms. “You look like you are going to a job interview, not a gala.”
“I put mascara on,” I protested.
“Exactly. Tha
