Amara's POV :
The dress hung on the back of my door and I'd been staring at it for the past ten minutes.
Iliora had dragged me through five different boutiques yesterday before finding this one. She'd rejected everything else with a shake of her head and comments like "too trend you" or "Alexander would hate that" until the saleswoman pulled this one out.
"This," Iliora had said. "This is the one."
It was a deep navy blue that looked almost black in certain light. Simple. No embellishments or extra details. Just clean lines and expensive fabric.
I picked it up now and the material was smooth and cool against my fingers. Heavier than it looked.
Getting dressed felt like preparing for battle.
The dress slid on and zipped up the side . I turned to look in the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back.
Older. Polished. Like I knew what I was doing.
