Chapter 90 The Night Of Rarity

• I slipped into the dress, the fabric molding against my skin, heavy with the weight of whatever awaited me tonight. My fingers trembled slightly as I fastened the last button, smoothing the embroidered fabric against my waist. The reflection staring back at me in the mirror looked composed, but inside, my thoughts were a tangled mess of unease and defiance.
• A sharp knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts.
• Lina stepped inside, her expression carefully neutral. “Mr. Rodriguez is waiting for you downstairs,” she said softly.