Jasmine's POV
Standing before the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. The lavender dress Lina had chosen clung to my curves like liquid silk, catching the light with every breath I took. My reflection showed someone polished and beautiful, but beneath the surface, I could see the cracks threatening to split me apart.
Torn between hope and terror, I watched my own face betray every emotion I tried to hide.
"Stop looking like you're heading to your execution," Lina called from behind me, adjusting the straps of her burgundy dress that hugged her like a second skin. "You're absolutely stunning, and if you don't stop that worried expression, I'm dragging you to the makeup counter for emergency lipstick therapy."
A weak smile tugged at my lips.
