Just as I was done with my preparations, Roman sent his assistant, Mason, to pick me up.

Sitting in that Maybach, I thought Mason would drive me to Roman’s place, but I was taken to a mall. Stylists and makeup artists surrounded me, curling up my waist-length hair and applying exquisite makeup to my face. I was dressed in an expensive evening gown, tailored to fit me perfectly. A diamond necklace that was worth millions was placed on my neck.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Noble, elegant, ...