Emily’s POV
I took a deep and steady breath. Jin had called me a few hours ago—his voice a brief, businesslike rumble—to inform me a last-minute meeting had come up. David would be picking me up and escorting me to the opera. I’d simply replied, "Understood.”
Now, standing in front of my full-length mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back.
The gown David had me deliver was beautiful. It was a deep, midnight blue velvet that felt like liquid night against my skin. It was deceptively simple—sleeveless, with a high neckline in the front that plunged into a dramatic, open back. It was elegant and timeless, but it hugged my curves in a way that felt both powerful and subtly daring.
Chloe’s "hostile takeover" accessories were the true masterstroke. At my ears, she’d clipped drama
