ARIELLA DAVENPORT…..I stood before the mirror, smoothing the soft folds of my gown. White, pure, radiant, untouched. The fabric shimmered faintly under the light, flowing around me like moonlight woven into silk. For the first time in years, I had dared to celebrate my own birthday after leaving my pack, and the weight of it pressed against my chest. A strange mixture of nerves and joy fluttered in me.I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then let it fall loose again. My reflection almost startled me; I hardly recognized the woman staring back. She looked… happy. Nervous, yes, but glowing.The door creaked open behind me.“Ariella…” Zach’s voice carried something rough, something tender.I turned.He stood at the threshold, his eyes widening as though he had forgotten how to breathe. Slowly, he stepped closer, his gaze never leaving me.“You,” he said at last, his voice low, reverent, “look like a fairy descended from the sky. My fairy.”Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I laughed so
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