Stella – POV
I stood before the mirror, admiring my handiwork. The dress clung to me perfectly, like a second skin. My pixie haircut had grown out, revealing the natural brown of my hair beneath the blonde. Glancing at the clock, I realized I was running late.
"Ms. Stella," a maid entered my room, "Mr. Kayden is waiting for you downstairs."
"I'll be right there," I replied, grabbing my clutch and descending the staircase. Kayden and Damon, both impeccably suited, watched me approach. I could feel the intensity of their gazes, mainly Damon's. Still, I focused on Kayden, whose amber eyes sparkled with awe.
"You leave me speechless, Stella," Kayden remarked, extending his hand. He kissed my back as I placed mine in his, sending me a fluttering sensation. "I knew this dress would suit you,
