twenty-nine
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I examined myself in the mirror. My hair was tied into a fancy knot on the back of my neck, loose tendrils framing my face. My eyes were professionally done by wardrobe designers and cosmetologists whom Mason hired after telling him I didn't have anything to wear tonight. They worked wonders because as I stood in front of the mirror in a midnight blue gown with a cape trail fanning out around me... I can't help but feel like... a queen.
I looked down at the grimoire in my hand.
I felt the power purring through the pages. The energy tickles my fingers, trying to reach out to me. Recognizing me as
