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Fifty five

Author: B . A Lumina
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-26 00:52:35

ELENA POV

I’ve never worn a dress this bold before.

Deep emerald silk clings to my hips, the neckline lower than anything I’d usually choose. Sophia had insisted. “If you’re going to stand by Alex’s side, make sure every person in that ballroom knows you belong there,” she’d said.

Standing in front of the mirror, my pulse thuds in my throat. Not from the dress itself, but from what tonight means. The first time I’m stepping into the spotlight on purpose. Not as a pawn. As his wife.

“Ready?” Alex’s voice comes from behind me.

I turn. He’s in a classic black tux, crisp shirt, bow tie slightly loose at the collar in that effortless way only he can pull off. His gaze sweeps over me, and for a second, he just… stops. Like he forgets to breathe.

“You look…” His voice trails off.

I raise a brow, teasing. “Yes?”

“Beautiful,” he finishes, softer this time. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, darker than before. “Stay close to me tonight,” he adds, voice lower.

“Of course,” I murmur.

He
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