AMARIS
I stared at my reflection and almost didn't recognize the girl staring back.
The black ball gown Nia had picked out for me fit like it had been sewn directly onto my body, hugging every curve before flaring out at my hips in layers of fabric that rustled when I moved.
Nia had spent an hour on my makeup, brushing and blending and muttering about bone structure like I was some kind of masterpiece she was restoring.
My hair fell in loose waves down my back with small braids woven through that caught the light when I turned my head.
"Wow," Nia breathed behind me, her hands clasped together like she was watching a miracle unfold. "You look like a fucking goddess."
I turned to look at her and caught my reflection doing the same thing.
"I feel like one," I admitted, and the smile that pulled at my mouth was genuine for maybe the first time since arriving at Gravemoon.
Nia grinned back at me and grabbed my hand. "Come on goddess, your audience awaits."
