The dress hugged her body as though it had been crafted with her in mind. Every detail—from the intricate beadwork to the soft shimmer of the fabric—seemed to echo her presence. The makeup was subtle yet transformative, highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips. Her hair had been swept up elegantly, with delicate pins glinting like stars. Even the shoes, the jewelry—everything about Becca in that moment radiated power and grace. For once, she truly looked like a Luna.
She turned to study herself in the mirror again. A small smile touched her lips, one tinged with awe and a sliver of disbelief. Would Dean like this look on her? Would it take his breath away? Not that it mattered, not entirely. Because even if he didn’t say a word, she already felt something she hadn’t felt in a long t
