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as Celeste twirled around in ever-prettier dresses. Helena had her dress at home already, originally purchased for her upcoming eighteenth. It was a deep, mysterious ruby red with a thigh-high leg split, a clingy body leading to a high neck halter top fastening. It wasn’t covered in cheap sparkle like the other dresses, the vivid red did all the talking. The exposed back of it was unlike anything she had ever worn before, she had felt like a different, more confident person when she stood in the mirror with it on.

Low chandeliers cast flickering light over the crowd, and the music pulsed in a haunting rhythm, a heartbeat for the night’s sinister undercurrent. From the shadows, I scanned the room, my gaze sharp and calculating. It didn’t take long to spot her—Helena, standing near the edge of the dance floor, her red dress a beacon amidst the sea of blacks and silvers. We’d chosen that dress for a reason. She was the bait, and Dante wouldn’t be able to resist.

The more the merrier, isn’t it? As they walked in through the entrance, many eyes followed their stride, not only was Helena dressed in a flashy yellow gown, she also went for the burgundy lip which drew attention to her pale fair skin. Graham didn’t challenge her at all, he was too focused on finding out the rest of her game plan to worry about something subtle as her provocative appearance. They made for the funeral room, just like as expected, all heads turned in Helena’s direction including her daughter Amelia. When she saw her, her chest tightened and tears threatened to flow out of her eyes.

The mark that had once burned her now lay dormant, waiting for the same spark. Their eyes met. A jolt shot through her chest—not pain, not fear, but memory. In the last life, this was where he’d first looked at her with disgust. Now, he looked at her as if trying to place a dream. Helena’s smile didn’t waver. “Miss Cross. You’re late.” “Forgive me,” Evelyn said, bowing her head just enough to be polite. “I was choosing the right color.” Helena’s gaze flicked over the dark dress. “It’s bold.”

’ She muttered to herself when Evan walked through the attached door to her room. Helena tensed when her eyes met his blue ones in the mirror. His intense piercing gaze made her feel uncomfortable, it felt as if He could see all her thoughts and this recognition sent chills to her spine. Her heart skipped a beat when He walked to stand behind her, their gazes intact on each other. “Enchanting!” Evan rasped, eyeing the black dress with thin straps which hugged her curves perfectly. He knew it would give the regal look on her. Indeed she was looking like a queen, but a dark one. A beast’s dark queen!

Bruno's request makes Helena close her eyes, allowing herself to go back to the moment that brought her there. "Open your eyes, Lena," Helena's mother asks, making her daughter open her eyes in front of the mirror. Regina sighs as she sees her daughter beautifully dressed in that princess-style white dress, filled with lace, just the way the mother of the bride had imagined. Helena could even say she was surprised, but she would be lying, because knowing her mother, she knew the dress would be nothing less than perfect.

Too safe. I slipped it on anyway. Tasha’s jaw dropped. “Helena Hart. That’s the one.” I shook my head. “It’s too soft. Too… boring.” “Are you insane? That dress is everything. It’s classy, romantic, and subtle in all the right ways. Trust me, people will stare.” I chewed my lip, staring at my reflection. The dress really did fit like it was made for me, hugging my waist and flowing gracefully. Not screaming, but whispering.

Rhiannon stiffened as she stared at the ring then back at Cedric's face. She was about to say something when they were approached by Helena. She was dressed in a golden off-shoulder dress which had a thigh-high slit on the side. She looked beautiful as always. Rhiannon didn't like the fact that Helena was taller than her. "Ah! Helena, I am sure you have already met my daughter Helena, my lady." Cedric said. Rhiannon blinked and simply nodded.

Helena's POV… Roselyn tried on a few outfits, each one bolder and slinkier than the other. "No, I don't like any of these," Helena frowned, shaking her head from disapproval. Lexy came holding a black, lace dress that only covered the underwear then held it in front of Roselyn. "You should try this one. Show him all of the right spots", Lexy encouraged Roselyn, handing her the dress. Though the dress was very revealing, Helena had to admit that it was beautiful.

While Chloe went to get dressed too, ivory admired herself in the mirror. She was clad in a sky blue gown which had slits at both sides of the hips that stopped at the waists and blue pants which is visible. Her eye was now blue, ivory noticed her skin was a little bit paler and her ash hair was now silver. Chloe interrupted her internal debate about her body, Chloe too was going ‘cause she was her personal maid. They both exited her room and went to the dining area. Ivory greeted her dad then sat beside Ivan; they prayed then started to eat. Ivory noticed a lady sitting opposite her, she didn’t really ponder on it until duke hemming introduced her.