The sun poured in through gauzy white curtains as Maya stood at the mirror, adjusting the strap of her linen dress.
Her fingers trembled—just a little—as she smoothed the fabric down her side. Not because the dress didn’t fit right. It did. Almost too well.
It was this lunch she wasn’t sure she was ready for.
Her heart still held the echo of Harper’s words, soft and sure: “You deserve love that makes your heart soar.”
Maya swallowed and looked at her reflection. Same eyes. Same girl. But something inside had shifted.
I’m ready to try, she reminded herself.
“You look like a goddess,” Harper said from behind her, popping a grape into her mouth as she leaned against the sofa. “A slightly terrified goddess—but still.”
Maya turned. “You sure it’s not too much?”
Harper gave her a look—ha
