I sucked in a deep breath as I stared at myself in the mirror.

My body was clothed in a long, tight fit red dress which ran down my legs, stopping at my gold heels.

My hair was styled and packed up by the stylist I hired, but looking at my face now.

I looked too innocent.

‘I think I like it when it's down better,” I muttered darkly, all the while fitting my hands through the band of my hair and pulling it down.

The strands fell freely down my silky hair, and I pushed some behind my ear.

Looking in the mirror—watching as my raven black hair framed...