MILLIE'S POV
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress for the third time. My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"You look perfect," Callie said from where she sat on the bed, watching me with concerned eyes.
"I look terrified."
"You look strong," she corrected. "There's a difference."
I turned to face her, wrapping my arms around myself. "What if I freeze? What if I get up there and can't speak?"
"Then you take a breath and try again." Callie stood and crossed to me, taking my trembling hands in hers. "Millie, you've faced worse than this. You survived four years alone in a foreign country with a newborn. You stood up to Martha. You fought hard to get Sabrina to talk. You can do this."
"This is different. This is my mother's killer."
"I know." Her voice softened. "But she's alr
