Elara stood before the mirror, checking her reflection, feeling a little satisfied.
It has been so long since she dressed up—like, really dressed up—for herself, not because she wanted to impress anyone.
For the first time, she chose the colors that really suited her personality—dark and feral—and did not force herself to wear soft colors just to appear a sweet wife before Andrew.
The thought that she was finally starting to choose herself—her opinion, her happiness, and her peace—over everything else gave her a different kind of satisfaction, something she never imagined could be so addictive.
"From now on, I swear my loyalty to myself," Elara said to herself, pointing at herself in the mirror before giggling.
She wore a dark blue gown, paired with silver accessories. Rather than putting her hair up in a bun that would've suited the dress more, she let her hair cascade down on her back.
