Mia
The first thing that hit me was the scent: flowers. So many of them that my head spun with sweetness. Roses, orchids, lilies… they filled the boutique like a dream spilled into the air. The human world was so different. It was loud, colorful, alive in ways that still startled me. Cars honked outside, people laughed on the streets below, and the sky seemed almost too blue to be real.
And in the middle of it all stood Daisy. My sister. My light.
Her hands rested on her belly, round and soft with life, and her smile could have melted marble.
“Do I look like a bride or a pumpkin?” She asked, twirling in front of the mirror as the silk fabric shimmered around her ankles.
I burst out laughing before I could stop myself.
“You look radiant. Enrique won’t survive this.”
The other girls
