Aria's POV
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing down the emerald silk gown Damian had sent over that morning.
The dress was stunning—off-shoulder, with a fitted bodice that hugged every curve before flowing into an elegant train.
The color matched my eyes perfectly, making them appear even more vivid against my pale skin.
My hair was swept up into an intricate updo, a few loose tendrils framing my face. Diamond earrings—real ones, from Vincent's collection—glinted at my ears.
I looked like someone who belonged in this world.
For the first time in my life, I actually felt like I did.
My phone buzzed on the vanity.
Damian:[I'll be there in ten minutes. Ready?]
A smile tugged at my lips as I typed back.
Me:[Almost.]
I slipped on the heels—de
