Lilly POV
The quiet hum of the apartment was charged with a nervous, electric energy as we prepared for the afternoon. Standing before the vanity mirror in Cillian’s master bath, I took my time. I traded my casual waves for polished, sweeping curls, carefully pinning the left side back with a jeweled comb to let the dark silk cascade dramatically over my right shoulder. I lined my eyelids with a delicate wing of black liquid liner, added fluttery false lashes, and finished with a bold, velvet-red lip that made my bright green eyes pop.
Stepping into my knee-length white wrap dress, the supple fabric hugged every curve of my hips before cinching neatly at my waist. I slipped my feet into strappy silver heels that accentuated my long legs, clasping my gold wolf-and-moon necklace in place.
