Kyra’s POV
Emily got me ready, she did not rush, but I could feel the weight of time pressing on me anyway, because my hands would not stop shaking as she laid the dress out on the bed.
The dress was dark, a deep blue that almost looked black until the light touched it, soft fabric that slipped through my fingers when I brushed against it, and it hugged my body in a way I was not used to, not tight but close, like it was aware of every curve and line I had always tried to hide.
The neckline dipped just enough to make me uncomfortable, and the back was open lower than I would have chosen for myself, the sleeves thin and light, and when Emily helped me into it, the fabric felt cool against my skin at first and then slowly warmed, it was becoming part of me whether I wanted it to or not.
