Reborn as a Billionaire Heiress
The midnight-blue gown felt heavier than it had in the dressing room, its corset hugging my ribs—a reminder to breathe, or perhaps a warning not to.
I glanced at my Grandfather and his sharp eyes beneath his golden mask stared back at me. He offered me his arm with a reassuring smile. “Ready, my dear?” he asked.
I nodded, though my stomach twisted at the thought of what awaited at the gala. Stepping out, the hem of my skirt shimmered, silver threads catching the light like a constellation against the deep blue fabric. The gold embroidery—vines and crescent moons—seemed to glow faintly. “We’re here,” I muttered, adjusting my sapphire mask to ensure it didn’t smear my makeup. “Let’s go,” I sai