Emily
The night started with a dress.
It was a beautiful, pale-blue thing that hugged my waist and floated around my knees.
I wasn’t used to soft fabrics or silver zippers. I was used to sensible shoes, high ponytails, and reliable, muted colors. But when I saw myself in the mirror, I didn’t see the assistant or the pawn.
I saw a woman who could stand next to an Alpha.
The chain around my neck shimmered when I turned my head. Each small diamond caught the light and glistened a prism of colors.
When Logan knocked, I opened the door slowly. His eyes swept over me once, twice, and for a moment, something in his expression faltered. His pupils dilated, a slow warmth blooming in his gaze.
“You look…” He paused, visibly searching for the word. “Amazing.”
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