Elle’s POV
The night of the masking spell felt like something out of a dream—or maybe a dream I hadn’t dared to imagine before now.
My room was quiet, except for the sound of my heartbeat echoing in my ears. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like I didn’t even recognize myself. I wore a soft, pale-colored dress. It wasn’t anything fancy or expensive—just simple cotton with a gentle flow to it. But somehow, tonight, it felt different. Like it meant something more. My fingers nervously smoothed over the fabric as I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies that were fluttering wildly in my stomach.
I was nervous. Not because of the spell itself… but because of him.
Ethan.
My feet felt heavy as I made my way downstairs, one step at a time, my hand brushing
