Aphrodite:
The evening of Asher's anniversary ball was a whirlwind of activity, with caterers and decorators bustling around the mansion, making last-minute preparations before the guests arrived.
Lara and I were in our bedroom, sifting through dozens of dresses delivered by Asher's personal designer. It wasn't surprising that he had a personal designer—he was the king, after all—but I somehow kept forgetting that detail.
My goodness, my mate was the king.
The dresses were all stunning, making it hard to choose just one, but eventually I settled on a shimmering grey evening gown with a vine-like lace bodice that flared down from the waist.
"So, Lara, I take it George is your date for the ball?" I murmured, twirling in front of the mirror. She smiled sheepishly, trying to hide her redd
