Stella – POV

I stood before the mirror, admiring my handiwork. The dress clung to me perfectly, like a second skin. My pixie haircut had grown out, revealing the natural brown of my hair beneath the blonde. Glancing at the clock, I realized I was running late.

"Ms. Stella," a maid entered my room, "Mr. Kayden is waiting for you downstairs."

"I'll be right there," I replied, grabbing my clutch and descending the staircase. Kayden and Damon, both impeccably suited, watched me approach. I ...