Hermia's POV
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"Just be yourself."
Easier said than done.
I exhaled sharply, willing the nerves out of my system. Overthinking wouldn't change a damn thing. With a determined nod, I pulled up the Uber app and ordered a ride. That was it—no turning back now.
I turned toward the mirror hanging on my bedroom wall, pausing for one last look.
The dress was breathtaking—elegant, effortlessly perfect, clinging to my frame like it had been made just for me. A dress like this belonged in ballrooms, under chandeliers, in the arms of someone powerful enough to command attention. Someone like Niklaus Hathaway.
A shiver ran down my spine. Not now. Not him.
I tore my gaze away and let out a groan as my stomach grumbled in protest. God, I need to eat.