PENELOPE'S POV

The bulbs in my room reflected the perfect embroidery and patterns covering my dress as I fastened my zip before the mirror. A deep red silk delivered to my room by a servant who Daemon sent. My hair fell over my shoulders in a loose wave, and for a moment, I stared at my reflection longer than I should have.

For unknown reasons, my chest felt heavier than it should have. It was quite difficult to know the actual reason behind it: Daemon putting me in the spotlight always ...