Crystal didn't sleep.She lay in a bed the size of her old apartment, staring at a ceiling painted with constellations that actually glowed—a detail her mother had commissioned from an artist in Florence when Crystal was only three. Her glasses sat on the nightstand. She had worn them since she was fifteen, the day she first realized that being seen was dangerous. The thick frames had been her shield. The baggy clothes had been her armor. The slouch had been her invisibility cloak. For twelve years, she had hidden.But no more. She was done hiding.The transformation began at eight o'clock sharp. The quiet of the East Wing was shattered by the arrival of a small army waiting in her private lounge. They came all at once: stylists, hair experts, makeup artists, and wardrobe assistants. A full team. The best in the world. They stood in perfect formation, their stations marked by leather cases and chrome carts."Miss Laurent." The eldest stepped forward—silver hair, sharp eyes, and hands
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