Seraphine’s Pov

I never thought I’d see myself like this.

Standing before the mirror, chestnut-brown strands cascading down my shoulders… just like hers. Just like Delilah. Just like Celia. My hair had always been black, dark as the night sky, a crown that belonged only to me. But now, here I was, brushing through this imitation shade, painting myself into the mold of another woman.

Maybe…just maybe if I looked like her, Malric would look at me. Maybe if I moved like her, ...