TENNA.
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror and tried to convince myself I could do this.
The dress they’d chosen for me was elegant. Deep emerald green that brought out the silver flecks in my eyes. Fitted but not restrictive. Professional but still unmistakably me.
I looked like a Luna.
I felt like I was going to throw up.
“You look beautiful,” Lyssa said from where she sat on the edge of my bed.
“I look terrified.”
“That too. But mostly beautiful.”
I turned away from the mirror and tried to take a steadying breath. My hands were shaking.
Four hours of preparation had flown by in a blur. Rowan drilling me on Cyrus’s business interests. Kara teaching me how to control my micro-expressions. Elliot going over negotiation tactics until my head spun.
And now it was ti
