Isla POV
The changing room was small and quiet as I stepped in with the dress in my hands.
The consultant helped me into it without speaking, fastening the back with careful hands. The satin settled against my body, cool and smooth.
I stood before the small mirror inside.
I barely recognised myself.
The mermaid cut followed every curve I had spent years hiding under loose shirts and safe choices. The bow at the shoulders was dramatic. The fabric caught the light like it had somewhere important to be.
I pushed my glasses up and exhaled slowly.
Then I stepped out.
I walked toward my family, the consultant following quietly behind me. They were all settled, eyes on their phones, already moved on from waiting.
I stepped up onto the platform.
I heard my mother's sharp inhale before I
