RAVENNA POV
"God, Ravenna, you look beautiful," Mia breathed, her bottom lips trembling. She shook her head. "No, beautiful is too small a word to describe you. You look heavenly."
I could only nod, all words failing me as I stared at the girl looking back at me from the mirror.
It was the night of my ascension ceremony, and I didn't recognize myself.
The white dress clung to my body, the fabric soft and flowing, falling in gentle waves to the floor, covering my feet.
My silver hair, usually wild and free, was now tamed and twisted with delicate accessories—silver beads and tiny braids woven with precision, each one pulling at the roots of my hair in a way that felt like a reminder of all the eyes that would soon be on me.
I lifted my gaze to meet my own reflection. My gray eyes
