Bella — POV
The day of the summit arrived faster than I expected, and with it came a wave of nervous energy I could hardly shake. Mira helped me prepare, moving with practiced grace as she guided me through the transformation I hadn’t felt ready for.
First, the dress.
I stepped into the amethyst gown, the fabric cool and silky against my skin. It clung to my body like a second skin, the deep purple pulling out the silver-gray in my eyes and making my pale skin glow. The slit teased just enough to remind me that I was still myself—fierce, untamed, not a prisoner of fear.
Next, makeup.
Mira’s hands were gentle but sure as she brushed soft lavender eyeshadow across my lids, blending it into smoky depths that made my eyes smolder with quiet fire. She lined my eyes in black, winging the ed
