Seraphine’s Pov
I never thought I’d see myself like this.
Standing before the mirror, chestnut-brown strands cascading down my shoulders… just like hers. Just like Delilah. Just like Celia. My hair had always been black, dark as the night sky, a crown that belonged only to me. But now, here I was, brushing through this imitation shade, painting myself into the mold of another woman.
Maybe…just maybe if I looked like her, Malric would look at me. Maybe if I moved like her, dressed like her, smiled like her, he would finally notice me.
Even my gown clung soft and light, just as Delilah would choose. My lips held only the faintest stain of color. I powdered my face delicately. Not too much. Never too much. She never overdid anything. And so neither would I.
If being myself wasn’t enough,
