(Evelina's POV—Day of the Casino Event)
And just like that… The day arrived.
The Casino of Shadows. My death flag. My turning point. My chance to rewrite fate.
I stood in front of the mirror, fastening the last clasp of my dress—a deep, sinful red. Backless. A high slit running up my thigh. Red heels sharp enough to stab a man if needed.
And beneath the silk?
A weapon strapped to my thigh—cold metal against warm skin. I turned slowly, examining the reflection. Red lips. Sleek hair. A body that could destroy a heart by existing.
I raised my chin—and froze when I caught my own expression.
I was smirking.
Like danger.
Like power.
Like a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.
"…Wait, why am I smirking at myself?" I muttered.
A dry laugh escaped me. "God. I'm getting used to this body."
Too used to it.
This body wasn't born to me. This face wasn't my face. This beauty wasn't mine. But today… I would use every single advantage it gave me.
