~ Adeline ~

The dress laid out on my bed renders me speechless. It’s a sleek black gown that clings dangerously to my body, the cut low at the back with a slit that makes my thighs feel exposed. I know it’s Cassian’s doing—he wants me to look the part of someone who belongs to the Blackmoor brothers. My cheeks heat up when I catch my reflection in the mirror. My curves are sharper now after weeks of forced routines, and although I hate to admit it, I do look… different.

*When did ...