Chloe's POV
My reflection stared back at me through the large glass mirrors standing in front of me.
For a second, I barely recognized the girl staring back.
I looked… unreal.
Like something carved out of light.
The gown clung to my body perfectly, flowing down in soft layers that looked almost heavenly beneath the bright backstage lights. Tiny crystals had been sewn into the fabric, catching every flicker of movement like trapped stars. The material hugged my waist before cascading down my legs in elegant waves.
The dress was ripped to perfection.
It was Art.
Pure art.
My red curls spilled down my shoulders and neck beautifully, styled carefully to hide every inch of skin near my collarbone.
Especially the mole.
I was grateful for it because maybe—just maybe—someone must have noticed Zoe's neck mole by now. After all this time, there was no way no one had seen it. And even if they somehow hadn't, I couldn't afford to gamble on luck.
