Reader's POV
Ivana sat quietly behind the full length mirror in her bedroom. The golden light which poured through the window wrapped her in a soft, ethereal glow.
Her hands trembled slightly as she applied the final touches of lipstick. The shade was a muted rose that complemented her skin.
The air smelled faintly of fresh roses and her mother’s signature vanilla perfume. Outside, just under her window, laughter echoed from the garden.
The house was alive again and this time, not with chaos or pain but with hope.
She stared at her reflection, trying to calm the pounding of her heart. Her wedding gown hugged her body perfectly. It was an off shoulder silhouette adorned with intricate lacework and beads that shimmered with every movement.
The long train cascaded like a waterfall of satin behind her, soft and regal. Her eyes were lined, her lips curled in a gentle smile, but behind the surface, there was something deeper; peace.
She wasn't hiding from Ruslan anymore and the kids were
