April's POV
I stumbled backward, my eyes fixed on the mirror. My hair, once a rich blonde, now cascaded down my back in a river of white. Not gray, not silver, but a radiant, snowy hue, eerily reminiscent of the woman in my dream.
My breath caught, heart racing. What was happening to me?
Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around me, steadying me. Ronan's concerned voice whispered in my ear, "April, what's wrong?"
I struggled to find words, still transfixed by my reflection. "M-my hair..."
Ronan's grip tightened. "What about your hair?"
I gestured feebly toward the mirror. "It's...it's white."
Ronan's eyes followed my gaze, and his expression turned puzzled. "April, your hair looks normal to me."
I spun back to the mirror, and my heart skipped a beat. My hair was indeed back to its natural
