Adele POV
I am staring at myself in the mirror once I am alone in my room. Liana has sent an army of women to paint and polish every inch of me. And I am glad she did – those ladies knew their business.
The black, silk pants I am wearing are so wide, it looks like a dress and the beaded halter neck corset fits perfectly. The ladies wanted to updo my hair in some complicated style with curls, but I refused. I am more than satisfied with my French braid. The bonus is not wearing heels. The pants are only inches from the floor and cover my feet completely. Liana really thought of me when she put this together.
I must admit – I am going to miss the hell out of Liana. What started as a job turned into a friendship. I can talk to her about everything and the second I get a moment alone with h
