Senna’s POV

The dress alone felt like a trap.

It fit too well. The fabric was too soft. The whole thing was too structured in a way that moved with me instead of against me. Someone had taken careful measurements for this. Someone had adjusted every seam. The entire design was something that made me look like I belonged here, at the estate. Like I was nobility.

That was the last thing I wanted. To look like I belonged.

I stared at my reflection for a long moment. Verity shifted faintly. She could already smell them. The people flooding into the ballroom downstairs for the gala. There were too many...