|| Lilac's POV ||

Alexander led me to a small room at the end of the corridor, its door carved with intricate patterns. He opened it, revealing a cozy space filled with plush furniture and soft lighting.

“Here,” he said, his voice gentle as he handed me a dress. “This should fit you. You can change in here.”

I took the dress, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric. It was simple but elegant, the deep blue color complimenting my skin.

“Thank you,” I ...