Selene pov

I stared at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back.

The dress Sylvester had left on the bed was stunning. Deep emerald green that brought out flecks of color in my eyes I'd never noticed before. The fabric hugged my curves perfectly before flowing out in soft waves to the floor. The neckline dipped low enough to be alluring without being improper. Delicate straps crossed over my bare shoulders.

I'd swept my hair up, leaving a few tendrils to frame my ...