Under the silver light of the low-hanging moon, Avalynn sat before her dressing mirror, her blonde hair loosely tied in a ponytail. She had just done her nighttime routine and was ready to retire to bed.
A slight grin curled at the corners of her lips as she observed her reflection, delighted that she had finally stood up to the powerful Amelia.
What had Amelia expected? That Avalynn would still respect her after she had taken Dylan away? Such a filthy b***h!
Avalynn carefully ran her fingers over her hair, appreciating her appearance in the mirror. The notion of how she may seem in a wedding dress brought a shiver of excitement down her spine. Even if the wedding wasn't real, she couldn't help but feel a feeling of eagerness.
As Avalynn's excitement mounted, her thoughts strayed to h
