Chapter One Hundred

♕—Delilah

I pulled out a cute red dress from my closet. Back home in Onteros, I had always been an abject victim of their conservative choices, forced to wear frumpy dresses that hid all of my curves. No plunging neckline, no sultry choices that reflected my true personality - just dull, dreary dresses that blended into the crowd.

It seemed like the royal seamstress had a vendetta against me as she often deliberately ruined my outfits.

I threw away all my negative thoughts and slipped into the vibrant red dress. Even though Reyna had bought them, I hate to admit that she had an impeccable fashion sense.

I curled my hair in gentle waves, admiring the contrast between my blonde locks and the dress. I swiped on a glossy red lipstick, giving my lips the perfect amount of pout.

I was no Princess Delilah, instead, I was just a normal girl who had encountered a gorgeous stranger at the subway station, and now I was going on a second date with them.

After tonight, there were only two days