Chapter 54:
Eva's Point of View
I sat there staring at myself in the mirror, the soft gold light making everything look like a dream. But this wasn't a dream. This was real. My hands shook a little as I watched the woman in the mirror, she looked so different from the Eva I remembered. Gone was the haunted look, replaced by something stronger, fiercer. The stylists buzzed around me like busy bees, dabbing here and brushing there, each little touch turning me into someone new.
My mind kept drifting back to darker times cold prison cells, lonely nights, the smell of smoke from that terrible fire. The memories made my chest tight, but I pushed them away. Not tonight. Tonight was about showing them all that they hadn't broken me.
"Hold still, sweetie," one of the stylists said, gently tur
