Grace pov
I stood before the hotel mirror, adjusting the fitted black athletic top that hugged my newly muscled frame. Three years of mountain training had sculpted my body into something I barely recognized—lean muscle defined my arms and shoulders, my core was rock-solid beneath the fabric, and my legs had the powerful build of someone who could run up a mountain without breaking stride.
Gone were the oversized sweaters and baggy jeans I had once hidden behind. Today, I wore form-fitting black leggings that showed every line of my athletic build, paired with a sleeveless compression top that displayed arms corded with muscle. My dark auburn hair was pulled back in a severe braid, not a single strand out of place, revealing the sharp angles of my face that had emerged as I had shed my a
