Illyana's POV
I stood before the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. The dress Alessandro had surprised me with was a work of art, the deep emerald silk hugging my curves in all the right places, the delicate gold embroidery catching the light with every movement. I felt like a princess, a far cry from the scrubs and sensible shoes I wore at the hospital.
"You look stunning," Alessandro murmured, appearing behind me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "I knew that colour would be perfect on you."
I turned to face him, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of him in his tailored tuxedo, his dark hair perfectly styled, his blue eyes sparkling with admiration. "Thank you," I said softly, my hand reaching out to straighten his bow tie. "For the dress, for inviting me
