Epilogue
ALLARA
I sat in front of my dressing table mirror and peered at my reflection. I might just change that little strand...
Kara slapped at my hands as I tried to rearrange the wedding hairstyle that my friend had thoughtfully done for me. “Stop fiddling with it!”
I dropped my hands into my lap, trying to tamp down the guilt. Oops. Busted.
Time to put my trust in Kara.
She threw a smirk at my reflection via the mirror before continuing to weave her seemingly magic fingers through my hair. It was looped into a simple half-up, half-down style that looked simple and yet elegant.
As much as I loved what she’d done, my fingers itched to pull my hair free of its style, slip out of my fancy dress, and run far, far away.
I was about to get married, to the man I loved more than life i
