Maya's POV
When Chloe dropped me at Damon's building entrance, I felt like a completely different woman. My skin glowed from the spa treatments, my hair fell in soft waves, and beneath my new pink dress, I wore lace lingerie that made me feel both nervous and powerful. The high heels Chloe had insisted on added inches to my height and a sway to my walk that felt foreign but exhilarating.
Standing before his apartment door, I paused to gather my courage.
"This is it, Maya," I whispered to myself. "Channel your inner confidence. Dean't let that scared, insecure part of you take over tonight. Push her into a corner if she tries to emerge."
With a deep breath, I pressed the doorbell, my heart hammering against my ribs.
