Kylie’s POV.

The morning light spilled into Logan’s office, catching the glint of determination in his eyes as he looked up to see me at the door. I felt the fabric of my new dress hug my frame, each thread woven with a mix of newfound confidence and slight apprehension about the path I had embarked upon.

“Anne, you look... formidable,” Logan began, his voice even and measured, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His gaze swept over me, appreciative yet ...