Aria Snow pov :
The corset was tight, pulling my posture perfectly straight, forcing my chin up.
I stood in front of the mirror, watching as my mother, secured the final clasps at the back of the midnight-black silk dress. It didn't feel like a gown meant for dancing. It felt like armor forged for war.
"Oh, Ari," my mother whispered, stepping back. Her hands fluttered to her mouth, her eyes shining with tears. "You look... I don't even have the words."
Maya, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in a lovely emerald green dress, let out a low whistle. "You look like you're about to murder someone and look absolutely flawless doing it."
"That's the plan," I said softly.
I wasn't joking.
Somewhere in this house Silas was waiting. Tonight, the Alpha Estate’s doors were thrown op
