Lorien’s POV
I finally released the breath I’d been holding as I slipped into the gown. The floor-length silver fabric clung delicately to my frame, shimmering like liquid moonlight. It was breathtaking too beautiful, almost. The material was thin and cool against my skin, and I hesitated to adjust it, afraid that my clammy palms might leave faint marks on its perfection.
“You look incredible.”
Auren’s voice low and rich, like velvet stretched over steel rolled through the room. A shiver raced over my skin, goosebumps prickling along my arms as I glanced at him through the mirror. My lips parted slightly, stunned.
He was devastating. The crisp tuxedo framed his tall, broad figure perfectly. His jaw, freshly shaven, made him look almost unfamiliar, younger but the sharp glint in his gre
