I want you to call me husband....

Selena stood in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection adorned in a breathtaking gown chosen by her maidservants, Joan and Edith. The dress, a delicate shade of lavender, cascaded down her slender figure, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. It complimented her fair complexion, enhancing her natural beauty.

Her cherry lips, delicately glossed, formed a faint smile as she studied her reflection. Her almond-shaped eyes, framed by long lashes, held a mysterious allure. But behind the facade of elegance and confidence, Selena's heart trembled with uncertainty. This dinner was the first step into a future she never thought she would have. The trajectory of her life was now clear and she was willing to fight for it.