I gently guided Kyra toward the small folding screen in the corner of the living room. On a nearby chair lay the delicate pink dress I’d spent hours picking out: soft tulle, tiny gold embroidery along the waist, and a satin ribbon tied in a neat bow at the back. It was exactly her style soft luxury, elegant, and beautiful.
"Here," I said softly, brushing a stray hair from her face, wanting nothing more than to erase the stress she’d been carrying. "Slip this on when you're ready. You'll look amazing."
Kyra's hands trembled as she took the fabric from my fingers, tears still running freely down her cheeks. "You thought of everything," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
"I just wanted you to feel special," I murmured, meeting her eyes so she knew I meant every word. "Because yo
