Ara’s POV
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the girl staring back at me. The soft pink gown Damon had sent was stunning—delicate, elegant, and far too beautiful for someone like me. And I didn't look like myself after wearing it. A light touch of makeup, hair done and a beautiful gown— who could tell I was a rogue?
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
There was a time when I used to dress up for Lucian, hoping he would notice me. But now, I had forgotten what it felt like to take care of myself. I didn’t even know how to anymore.
And yet… Damon remembered.
Every piece of jewelry I wore had been carefully chosen by him. Every detail—perfect. He made sure I looked like the queen I never believed I could be.
My heart pounded in my chest. I hadn’t been able to
