Selene pov

I hadn’t even noticed I had gold flecks in my eyes, but when I looked in the mirror, I could see she was right. The dress somehow made everything about me look warmer.

Lyra worked her magic with my hair, creating a simple braid that fell over one shoulder. She had gentle hands and didn’t pull or tug like some people did when they styled hair.

“There,” she said, stepping back to admire her work. “Beautiful but not overdone. Perfect for a day of shopping.”

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