Ava’s POV

I stood in front of the tall mirror, staring at my reflection as the final touch was pinned into my hair. My fingers shook a little, and not just from nerves. Everything felt unreal. The soft, off-shoulder champagne dress hugged my waist and flowed down in layers of delicate silk. The neckline dipped just enough to be elegant, and small silver embroidery along the bodice shimmered under the warm light. I’d never worn anything like this in my entire life.

The room they’d ...