Bianca’s POv

I stood infront of the mirror checking the different dresses on my body.

Then, I heard a soft knock on my door.

“Come in.” my voice rung out.

And then, Martha stepped in with a black box in hand.

“Mr. Damain sent me to give you this.”

I didn't need to ask to guess what it was. A dress.

Damian could take me for trash but when it comes to guest, he never failed to make a presence.

I took it with a nod and waited till she left to open it.

It was black ...