Aitana's POV
I barely had time to pull on the black dress before Diane burst through the door like a hurricane in heels. Her eyes raked over me, lingering on my damp hair and bare feet with undisguised judgment.
"Wow. You actually tried," she deadpanned, tapping her nails against her crossed arms. "I'm shocked."
I flipped her off, snatching a hair tie from the dresser. "The designer’s here already?"
Diane smirked. "Of course she is, the King called her after all. And embrace yourself, because she brought options."
That sounded ominous.
Haniel perked up in my mind. "Finally. Someone with taste."
I ignored her, following Diane down the hall. "You told me to take a bath, that's why I took so long," I said.
Diane chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, I was just messing with you."
When I stayed he
