Anna stood beside her hospital bed, smoothing out the nonexistent wrinkles on her skirt. Over the weeks she had spent confined to this room, Daniel had brought her countless outfits, yet they had all remained untouched—until now.
A nurse, assigned to assist her, made the final adjustments to the cropped jacket, stepping back to assess the overall look.
"This suits you beautifully, Mrs. Dumas," the nurse said in a bright, cheerful tone.
Anna flinched. The unfamiliar name echoed in her mind.
Chloe Dumas... Right. That's who I am now.
Forcing a polite smile, she ran her hands over her waist and hips again, as if expecting to find some lingering imperfection.
"Now, what about your hair?" The nurse's voice broke her thoughts, making her blink in surprise. "Mr. Reid mentioned you need to keep it covered before stepping outside."
Ah, that's right. William had insisted that everything about her appearance had to change—but her hair hadn't been dyed yet.
