Chapter 98. Louis XII

As I looked at myself in the mirror, a strange sense of satisfaction settled over me. This wasn’t me–at least, not the me I used to be–but maybe that was the point. I wanted something different. 

I wanted to escape, to forget everything that had happened, even if just for a night. The outfit I’d chosen felt like armor, a bold statement that I was ready to confront anything or anyone who got in my way. 

Nora stood beside me, her expression conflicted. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves, much more modest than what I’d thrown on, but still outside her usual comfort zone. 

I could tell she was worried, her eyes filled with concern as she looked at me. But she didn’t say anything, probably sensing that I was not in the mood for any more lectures or advice. 

I took a deep breath and turned to face her fully. “Ready?” I asked, forcing a smile despite the heavy feeling sitting on my chest. 

She nodded, though I could te