~Lauren’s POV~

The day of the engagement party arrived, and with it, Alexandro’s relentless need to control every damn thing.

I should have expected it.

I did expect it.

But that didn’t make it any less frustrating when two maids appeared at my door, their expressions perfectly composed like they hadn’t just invaded my personal space without warning.

“Mr. Castello sent us,” one of them said, her voice smooth and practiced. “We’re here to help you get ready.”

I sighed. Of course, he did.

They moved like clockwork, unfolding a garment bag with careful precision. And that’s when I saw it.

The dress.

A deep, blood-red gown. Bold. Daring. Designed...