Beatrice POV
I stared at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back.
The gown was stunning, a deep emerald silk that hugged my curves before flowing to the floor. The fabric was cool against my skin, sliding up when I moved. Silver embroidery traced patterns along the bodice as my mother's moonstone necklace rested on my throat. The stone was warm, pulsing faintly against my collarbone like it had a heartbeat of its own.
My hair was swept up. Corin had helped with small braids woven through loose curls that cascaded down my back. A few loose strands brushed my bare shoulders. I looked like a queen.
"You're beautiful," Luna whispered in my mind. "Finally seeing what we've always known."
"Stop." I touched the necklace, feeling the smooth surface under my fingertip
