Liora’s POV
The dress I chose for tonight’s ceremony was plain but pretty; a simple black number that swished around my ankles when I moved and had an unadorned sweetheart neckline.
It was definitely not anything like the extravagant gowns I wore back at the palace, but I liked it. It was practical but elegant, and it suited my simple updo and understated makeup. If I ignored the slender brace around my ankle, I actually looked quite nice tonight.
I turned to Mia, who had just finished getting ready across the room. She looked stunning, her dark, short hair perfectly complementing the shorter dress she’d chosen for the night. She smiled when she saw me.
“If I didn’t know any better,” she said, reaching for her clutch, “I’d think you were the Princess tonight, and not Bianca
