Aria's POV
"Aria, are you sure about this neckline?" Maya's voice cut into my spinning thoughts, her sharp eyes narrowing at the mirror where I stood draped in ivory silk.
I tugged at the sweetheart bodice, staring at my reflection. My skin flushed with heat. "It feels… too much."
"Too much?" Lila scoffed from her seat on the velvet couch. Her cheeks were still pale from everything she'd endured, but her sass had come back in full swing.
"You're marrying a billionaire, Aria. There's no such thing as too much."
"Exactly." Margaret, standing with her arms folded, her face regal but tender, gave me a nod.
"You need a dress that tells the world you belong to Damon Westin. A dress that silences doubts, lies, and gossip."
My throat tightened. Silences doubts? If only it were that easy. Lucian's shadow still stalked me in nightmares.
The press hadn't stopped circling like vultures. And even though we'd found Lila, the memory of her screams still echoed in my bones.
