Aliana’s POV

I had chosen my outfit carefully.

A soft, flowing sundress—something light, delicate, harmless.

Something that would make Rafael believe I was exactly what he thought I was—weak, afraid, and ready to beg.

But he had no idea.

No idea that today would be his last.

I stood before the mirror, gliding my hands across the texture of my dress.

It was straightforward and humble—a stark juxtaposition to the gloom in my thoughts.

Today was not focused on beauty.

It concerned trickery.

A tap on the door brought me back to reality.

"Enter," I said, pivoting.

Kyle entered, his typical grin displayed, yet a hint of worry gleamed in...