Maya's POV
I smoothed my hands down the silk of my dress one final time, studying my reflection in the bedroom mirror. The deep blue fabric hugged my curves perfectly, flowing like liquid mercury with each movement. Sebastian had impeccable taste in everything he gifted me. Elegant without screaming for attention, sophisticated without trying too hard.
He had already headed down to oversee the final event preparations, leaving me alone with the weight of last night's confessions. His admission about still having feelings for Valentina. My revelation about wanting to work in public relations. Two people playing house while our hearts pulled in different directions.
