GINA’S POV
I focused on steadying my breath as I stood in front of the mirror, surrounded by unfamiliar women. I wore a long, tight-bodiced white dress that flowed gracefully to the ground. It didn't quite look like a wedding dress, but it served the part.
A young woman adorned my hair with a crown of white flowers, as my hair flowed down to my waist. As I looked in the mirror, the reflection of the bride stared back at me.
Her amber eyes held an unspoken sadness, yet the woman in front of me exuded undeniable strength. I braced myself for what was to come, then maybe after all this, my life would be back to normal.
The elderly woman recited the vows I was going to say. I echoed her words, careful not to falter. It wasn’t just a wedding, it was a ceremony to make me the Luna of the we
