Camilla The evening of the wedding arrived with terrifying speed.I stood before the full-length mirror in my bedroom, staring at the woman reflected back at me. Rosa had chosen well, the dress was a deep, blood red that hugged my curves like a second skin. The neckline plunged dangerously, and the back dipped low, revealing the elegant curve of my spine.And around my neck, nestled in the hollow of my throat, was the necklace.I touched the pendant gently, feeling the weight of the EMP device hidden inside. Rosa had helped me fasten it without comment, her hands steady despite the tension radiating from my body. She'd asked no questions, had simply done her job and retreated with a quiet "You look beautiful, Signora."Now I was alone, staring at this stranger in the mirror. She looked like a woman ready for a night of celebration. She looked like someone with nothing to fear.She was a liar.I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and began the long walk down the grand staircase
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