“This one.”
Damien pointed.
Grace hesitated. “This one… it’s backless.”
She had a faint pink scar on her back.
It was from years ago when she was giving blood to that maniac Lucian, and he’d shoved her in a fit of rage, causing her to fall against the corner of a table.
What had Mr. Hart said back then?
“It’s just a small scratch, what’s with all the drama?”
No one had ever asked if she was in pain.
Damien seemed to see right through her hesitation.
He dismissed the staff and took the dress down himself.
“Try it on.”
“But my back…”
“That’s a medal of honor.”
Damien cut her off, his fingertips gently tracing her back through the fabric, as if kissing the scar beneath.
“Grace, don’t be afraid.”
Half an hour later.
The moment the curtain was pulled back, Damien’s breath caught in his throat.
The silvery, shimmering fabric clung perfectly to her graceful curves, as if she were wearing the entire Milky Way.
While the backless design was bold, Damien had a chain of diamond tassels specially added, which artfully concealed the scar and added a hint of alluring mystery.
Her long hair was swept up, revealing the elegant line of her neck.
She wore only light makeup, but with the new light shining in her eyes, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Cool, noble, and utterly exquisite.
This was no abandoned wife; this was a goddess who had fallen to earth.
“Is it ugly?”
Seeing Damien silent for so long, Grace nervously fidgeted with the hem of her dress.
“They always said… that when I wear clothes like this, it’s like I’m trying to be something I’m not…”
“He deserves to die.”
Damien strode forward, his eyes filled with undisguised awe and possessiveness.
“Grace, do you know what you look like right now?”
“What?”
“Like my queen.”

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