Sarah’s POV
Rose pinned up the last curl of hair. I turned my head to see in the mirror. They did look a-m-a-zing. In fact, Rose did my makeup so perfectly that I felt like a real princess, from the gold necklace and bracelet my father brought me to the breathtaking A-line black chiffon dress pooling around me.
I stood and strolled to the full-length mirror. I spun, the dress lifting and swaying. Many of the scars on my arms were gone after adjusting to werewolf blood. I leaned in and ran a finger over my cheeks. They were fuller; in fact, I ran a hand over my hips. I had more of a shape than when I first went with Sebastian.
Rose clapped her hands together. “You look gorgeous. All the nobles are going to want to talk to you.”
“I’m not worried about that. I want to make my father pro
