The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of her suite. Keira sat at the vanity, watching in the mirror as Elena deftly wove white flowers into her upswept hair.

"Are you nervous?" Elena asked, securing another bloom with a pearl-tipped pin.

Keira's eyes met her reflection. "Oddly enough, no. After everything we've been through, walking down the aisle is the easy part."

She smoothed her hand over the delicate lace of her robe, thinking of the wedding gown hanging nearby. It had been ...