TIARA THORNELLS
The moment Prince Zatan stepped out of the room, I blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears that were beginning to well up in the corners of my eyes. I reached for the hem of my dress and quickly used the fabric to wipe my face, my hands trembling slightly as I did so. My chest throbbed painfully, a deep, gnawing ache that felt like my heart was slowly being torn apart.
But despite the heaviness crushing me from within, I kept my expression calm and composed.
I took several deep breaths, trying to gather the shattered pieces of my strength.
“Tiara...”
I heard the door open again, and this time, it was my friends. They rushed into the room. I didn’t look at them right away, but I felt their presence closing in, surrounding me.
“Are you alright?” Sephora asked softly
