Elena's POV

“This one or this one?”

I held up two dresses in front of the mirror, studying my reflection like it might pick for me if I waited long enough.

My hair and makeup were already done, soft and flawless in that effortless way that still took way too long to achieve. All that was left was choosing what to wear.

The black one was safe and familiar. Something I’d worn a dozen times without thinking.

The navy one… wasn’t.

It was softer, more fitted, with a quiet shimmer that ...