Triggered

Dhalia POV

The dress is stunning. I stand in front of the mirror, taking in the sight of myself in this off-shoulder, black evening gown. It’s not the kind of dress I usually wear—elegant, long, and sophisticated. I feel a bit out of my comfort zone, but there’s something empowering about it too.

The jewellery they bought for me is beautiful, though I’m not entirely comfortable wearing it. It felt like too much, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful by refusing. It takes me ages to get ready, and I’m still worried about how I look. The dark bags under my eyes are only slightly hidden, despite the layers of makeup I applied to cover them.

“Are you ready, Angel?” Blake’s voice comes from the door, and I see him in the mirror as he walks up behind me. He wraps his arms around me, and I smile at his reflection.

“I am,” I say, turning to face him. His eyes travel down my body, and he groans in appreciation.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, his voice filled with admiration. He lea