Leah
I was nervous. I was whatever word existed beyond nervous, the kind that made your hands useless and your reflection look like a stranger. I stood in front of the mirror, fidgeting with the velvet of my sleeves, trying to recognize the woman staring back at me. The dress was deep blue, rich as a midnight sky, with white fur lining the neckline that brushed against my collarbones every time I breathed. Small diamonds were studded across the entire gown, catching light from every angle, scattering tiny constellations across the stone walls of the preparation room.
I looked like a queen.
The thought hit me sideways, and I had to grip the edge of the vanity to steady myself. I wasn't sure I was ready to be what that reflection was showing me.
“Look at you.” Keanu's voice came from beh
