The boys had finally chosen a dress after a half-hour debate. A few hours later, I stood in front of the mirror. My hair was elegantly gathered into a low bun by Nina, with soft, wispy strands escaping and framing my face. I wore a stunning off-the-shoulder dress made of the finest emerald silk. The dress cascaded elegantly to the floor, with a fitted bodice. The flowing train trailed gracefully behind me.
“Wow, you look even more stunning, Diara,” Nina grinned, standing beside me and looking at me through the mirror. She wore a navy blue gown that complemented her beautifully. I glanced at Esme, who had tears gathered in her eyes as she watched me in awe. I smiled a genuine smile. I looked perfect.
Just as we were about to make our way outside, an omega walked in carrying a platter. I
