Freya POV
“We look amazing.”
Sarah stood beside me staring into the enormous mirror, gently fluffing the soft pink curls falling down her shoulders.
She wasn’t wrong.
For a moment I barely recognised either of us.
The girl staring back at me looked powerful. My icy white hair flowed almost to my waist in loose curls, the dark root stretch making the pale blonde almost glow beneath the lights. The white satin dress hugged every curve of my body before falling elegantly to the floor, the slit exposing my thigh every time I moved.
For once in my life…
I felt beautiful.
Not pretty.
Not acceptable.
Beautiful.
Sarah looked unreal too.
Her dress was completely different from mine—soft, flowing fabric that sat above the knee at the front and cascaded longer at the back. The pink tones
