Chapter Two Hundred and Six
Vanessa’s POV
The air in the private dressing room was thick with the scent of expensive jasmine perfume and the heavy, nervous anticipation that always came before a major shift in our lives. I stood in front of the full-length gilded mirror, smoothing down the front of my dress. It was a deep emerald green silk gown that hugged every curve of my body, falling all the way to the floor in elegant, liquid folds.
It had been three months since the terrifying nightmare with Zara had officially ended. Three months since Khalid had flown back from the Gulf, walked through our front door in Manchester, and held me so tight against his chest that I felt our heartbeats sync into a single rhythm. Zara was gone, locked away in a high-security facility, awaiting a trial
