ADELE’S POV

The bedroom was warm and quiet, the only light coming from the soft glow of the lamps and the moonlight slipping through the curtains.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing down the deep emerald gown that hugged my body like it was made for me. I felt beautiful—powerful, even—but nervous butterflies still danced in my stomach. Tonight was Emilia’s first ball as queen. Everything had to be perfect.

Strong hands settled on my shoulders from behind, warm and familiar. Lucien’s reflection appeared over my shoulder, tall and devastating in his black tux. The suit fit him like a second skin, accentuating his broad chest, narrow...