PREPARATION
Elara's POV
Mira helped me out of the tub with care, wrapping a thick towel around me. "I'll get your clothes," Astrid offered, already moving toward the wardrobe.
The room buzzed with quiet energy. A silent kind of preparation.
I sat before the vanity, watching my reflection in the mirror as Mira gently towel-dried my hair. "We're going with the soft curls today," Mira said, combing through my damp strands. "Something effortless. Feminine but dangerous."
Astrid reappeared, laying out a soft ivory gown embroidered with delicate silver thread. "You'll wear this," she said with finality. "Simple. Elegant. Regal. Let them choke on your new look."
"I agree, Luna," Mira added.
I chuckled, "As you wish, ladies."
Mira was midway through styling my hair when w
