Chapter 194 Queen of the Night

Leona's POV: Vysan sighed with regret but raised the scissors anyway. The cold metal touched my hair with a crisp snip. Strand by strand, my dark hair fell to the floor, like pieces of a past I could never reclaim. His movements were light but precise. With every careful cut, the scar on my forehead was gradually concealed. The final step was makeup. He didn't try to hide the scar with heavy foundation. Instead, he delicately traced it with a red makeup pencil, forming the shape of a red spider lily—a flower symbolizing death and rebirth. The petals spread across the scar like soft velvet, fragile yet hauntingly beautiful. He styled my hair into soft, side-parted waves, letting a few strands fall naturally to reveal glimpses of the flower along the scar. When everything was ready, I slipped into the black cinched-waist gown and stepped slowly out of the dressing room. … Viktor's POV: The moment Leona emerged from the makeup room, the world seemed to fall silent. The dress was