Elena's POV

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

The gown I had on was a midnight blue, custom-designed dress, hugging my curves before flowing to the floor like water.

The Gala day was finally here and I was so nervous. My hair was swept up in an elegant twist, diamonds glinting at my ears and throat.

Real diamonds, not the cheap costume jewelry I'd worn as Damien's wife.

"You look like a queen," my stylist said, stepping back to ...