(Aurora's POV)
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror. The light blue silk evening gown fit like it had been made for me. The backless design showed off the curve of my spine, and the high slit revealed glimpses of my legs when I moved. No beading, no embellishments. Just perfect tailoring and expensive fabric.
I pushed open the fitting room door.
"What do you think?"
Phineas sat on the velvet sofa, his posture relaxed. But his eyes darkened the moment he saw me. His Adam's apple bobbed once. Twice.
"Perfect," he said finally, his voice lower than usual.
I felt heat creep up my neck.
"Are you sure Eleanor will like this? It's a bit... much."
"My mother has excellent taste," Phineas said smoothly. "She'll love it."
I turned back to the mirror, unconvinced. The dress wa
