Odette's POV
The evening twilight painted the sky in shades of red as I sat by the window, gazing at the exquisite evening dress laid out on the bed. A sense of hesitation tugged at me, for this dress was truly stunning—a black silk ensemble with a deep V-neck. However, its beauty left me wondering. Could an Omega, like myself, have such an exquisite garment?
With skepticism lingering in my mind, the clock neared seven, urging me to make a decision. I changed into the suit and wore a matching black velvet mask. Standing in front of the mirror, I took one last glance at my attire. The reflection showed a beautiful man, blessed with thick, shiny red hair and a well-proportioned body, marred only by the scattered scars on his arms.