Amara POV
The morning comes all too soon and Dallas and I leap out of bed. We enjoy a quick coffee and some waffles before he leaves to get ready with Bryce, Stirling, and Zayne. After showering, shaving, and washing my hair, Sydney enters my suite so we can get ready together. Right now, I'm standing in front of the full-length mirror in our room, carefully adjusting the intricate lace bodice of my deep emerald gown. The fabric shimmers subtly, catching the morning light, and I can't help but feel a surge of excitement for the day ahead.
"Amara, how do I look?" Sydney asks, stepping out from behind the privacy screen. She's dressed in a stunning sapphire blue dress that hugs her curves perfectly, her blonde hair cascading in loose waves over her shoulders.
"You look amazing, Sydney,"
