Chapter 41

Syria’s POV

I stood in front of the mirror, frozen.

A team of stylists surrounded me. One carefully curling my hair, another smoothing out the creases in the long white gown I wore.

The fabric shimmered under the soft lighting, perfectly tailored to hug my shape.

I looked like a dream. At least, that’s what they wanted me to look like.

That’s what this entire day was supposed to be, a dream.

But it wasn’t.

As I stared at my reflection, I didn’t feel joy or excitement. I didn’t even feel nerv