SOPHIA
That afternoon, just like Zade promised, a stylist arrived at Sky Manor with three garment bags and a case full of makeup. My mother watched with wide eyes as the woman set up in my old bedroom like it was a professional salon.
"Ms Sophia, Alpha. Harrington sent these options for this evening." She unzipped the first bag to reveal a stunning emerald green gown. The second held a elegant black dress with silver details. The third was a red gown that took my breath away.
The red dress was beautiful. It was deep crimson silk that would hug my curves and flow to the floor. The neckline was modest but sexy. It was the kind of dress that was lovely without trying too hard.
"The red one," I said immediately. My wolf agreed, practically purring at the sight of it.
"Excellent choice. Alpha. Harrington thought you’d pick that one." The stylist smiled. "Now let’s talk hair and makeup."
She worked on me for over an hour, transforming me into someone I barely recognized. My hair was styled in soft waves that fit me well. My makeup was flawless. She put on red lipstick on me that matched the dress.
When she finally let me look in the mirror, I stared at my reflection in shock.
I looked beautiful and confident. I looked nothing like the tired, heartbroken woman I’d been feeling like for months.
"You look stunning, sweetheart," my mother said from the doorway but her expression was worried. "Are you sure about this? Going to a public event with Zade?"
"I’m sure. I deserve to have a life, Mom. I deserve to do things that make me feel good about myself." I sighed. "Even if it makes Damien angry."
"Especially if it makes Damien angry," Patricia added, appearing behind my mother. She grinned. "You look amazing. Go show everyone what they’ve been missing."
I was nervous as I got ready. I was fastening the delicate bracelet Zade had sent when my phone buzzed with a text.
It was from Zade.
Zade: Hope you know Damien will be at the auction tonight with Tiffany. Just thought you should know."
My stomach dropped. Damien would be there. Of course, he would. These high society events were exactly his scene. My wolf whined inside me.
I stared at the text for a long moment. For a moment, I wanted to tell Zade I couldn’t go but then I thought about how Damien had looked at Tiffany in our living room and how he’d laughed with her. I thought of how he’d moved on so easily while expecting me to just disappear.
I texted back: "Thanks for letting me know."
Then I finished getting ready. I’d made a promise to Zade. And more importantly, I’d made a promise to myself to stop letting Damien control my life.
Zade arrived exactly at seven. When I opened the door, his eyes widened. "Sophia. You look breathtaking."
"The stylist did an amazing job." I grabbed my clutch purse, feeling suddenly nervous.
"The stylist just enhanced what was already there." He offered his arm. "Ready?"
"As ready as I’ll ever be."
The drive to the auction house was quiet. Zade seemed to sense my nervousness and didn’t push conversation. When we pulled up to the venue, I saw luxury cars everywhere.
Camera flashes went off as photographers captured the arrivals.

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