Selene's POV
The moment I stepped into my room, something in me exhaled.
It was the walls first. That deep, familiar shade of purple that I had chosen myself, a long time ago, back when choosing the colour of a room had felt like the most significant kind of freedom available to me. Then the ceiling, and the chandelier, that 3D hemisphere moon I had loved from the first moment I saw it.
I stood in the doorway for a moment and just looked.
Ethan had transformed the space entirely. Racks of gowns lined every wall, fabric in every shade imaginable spilling over the rails in soft, heavy waves. Jewelry was laid out across the surfaces, necklaces and earrings and bracelets arranged with a care that told me someone had taken a great deal of time over this. Shoes stood in neat rows along the
