Chapter 74

• Aria stood frozen, staring at the gown in her hands, unsure of what to do. Dante stepped closer, his presence both comforting and intimidating.
• “Here, let me help you,” he said softly, reaching out to take the gown from her. His touch was gentle as he guided her arms into the delicate fabric, pulling it over her head with care.
• As the gown settled around her, she felt the soft material brush against her skin, a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the room moments before. Dante’s fingers lingered at her shoulders for a moment, adjusting the straps, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his touch.