The morning of the wedding dawned clear and beautiful, as if the Moon Goddess herself was blessing the union. Aria stood in her room, surrounded by the women who'd become her family. Elena was pinning flowers into her hair while Lyra fussed with the train of her dress.
"Stop fidgeting," Lyra scolded, though her eyes were bright with happy tears. "You're going to wrinkle the silk."
The dress was simple but stunning. Flowing white silk that draped elegantly over her curves, with delicate silver embroidery along the hem and neckline. Maya's crescent moon pendant rested at her throat, and the bracelet from Dante's mother circled her wrist. On her finger, the moonstone engagement ring caught the light.
"You look like a dream," Elena said softly, stepping back to admire her work. "Dante's goi
