The Devil’s Invitation    

[IRAYA]

The dress arrived in an elegant, silver box tied with a deep crimson ribbon.

At first, I ignored it, pretending it didn't exist, but the sharp knock on my door followed by a single, unmistakable note—From Lyander—reminded me that I couldn't escape this evening.

The dress was stunning, a masterpiece of shimmering white silk with delicate lace details that ran along the hem and neckline. It looked like something plucked out of a fairy tale, the kind of dress meant to turn heads and leave an impression.

The problem wasn't the dress; it was what it represented—an obligation I couldn't refuse.