Luara observed her reflection in the mirror with a calmness that did not seem to belong to her. The dress, made of light fabric and light in color, fell over her body as if it had been made for her, following her curves without revealing anything more than necessary. It was elegant in a way that did not demand attention—it simply received it. Her golden hair fell loosely down her back, shining in the soft light of the room. Her makeup was discreet, but enough to enhance her eyes.

She ...