Yasmin’s POV — Present Tense

The mirror has never lied to me.

Not once.

But tonight… it hesitates.

The woman staring back doesn’t look like the Yasmin the world knows. Her hair is perfect, her makeup sharp, her cheekbones carved like they were sculpted to hold power. But her eyes—those eyes—are not mine.

They’re too wild.

Too alert.

Too afraid.

I grip the edges of the vanity until my knuckles go white.

“Get it together,” I whisper. “You’re winning.”

But the ...