The final touches were made. Threads of moonlight seemed to blend into the fabric of her gown, giving River an ethereal glow as she stood in front of the tall mirror. For a long moment, she didn’t even recognize herself.
Her mating attire was unlike anything she had ever worn before—crafted from delicate layers of sheer silver silk and woven with soft embroidery that shimmered with every movement. Her hair was pinned with pearls and glimmering vines, her skin dusted with golden shimmer. A light, rose-colored blush touched her cheeks, but her eyes… her eyes still held that gentle mix of awe and quiet strength.
“Is this really me…?” she whispered.
Behind her, her mother, Mariana, stood with both hands over her mouth, her eyes swimming with unshed tears. The proud, silent type, it was rare
