Why had she agreed to this? Lucia wondered as she looked at herself in the mirror. Caroline had arranged a team of stylists to help put them together. Lucia had been pleased that Caroline and her husband were going to the same event Michael was taking her. It meant that she had help getting ready. But in this moment, she was alone again. Prince Alexander had whisked his wife away, and Lucia was left in her apartment alone. She studied herself, wondering what others would see.
She was wearing a floor-length, flowing soft lavender dress that had tiny crystals that shimmered and shone every time she moved. The sleeves were snug against her skin, and so was the dress as it flowed to hug her hips before it flared as it slickered down the rest of her body. She was wearing six-inch pumps that made her ankles and calves look tantalising.