Aria's pov
“This is the day.”
I stared at my reflection, unmoving, as hands worked around me, adjusting fabric, fixing details, perfecting something that already looked flawless.
The dress fit like it was made for me.
Maybe it was.
Soft ivory. Clean lines. No excessive embellishment. Elegant in a way that didn’t beg for attention, but held it anyway.
“Turn a little,” Livia said from behind me.
I did.
Her fingers moved easily, smoothing the last crease along my waist like she had every right to touch me, to adjust me, to prepare me. Like this wasn’t the first time.
“You look perfect,” she added.
I met her eyes in the mirror. I didn't feel perfect. I'd been trying so hard not to think, but nothing stopped it. Not for days now.
***
“I miss you."
The message sat on my screen, sta
