MIRELLEThe noise from the grand party downstairs sounds like a distant wave crashing against a shore, muffled by thick walls and heavy carpets. I am standing right in front of the tall dressing table, wearing the simple navy blue dress Callan picked out for me. My hands are trembling as I try to fix my hair, my heart still racing from the way he looked at me downstairs, from the warmth of his fingers against my skin.A sharp, sudden knock rattles the door.I jump, my breath catching in my throat. Before I can even say a word, the door swings open wide.It is my mother, Liora.She walks into the room with that familiar, hurried grace, her expensive silk dress whispering against the floor. Her blonde hair is styled in a tight, perfect bun, and her diamond earrings catch the bright light of the vanity lamp. But her face looks tight, strained around the edges."Mirelle," my mother says, her voice sharp and brittle, cutting through the quiet air of the room. "Are you still not ready yet?
Last Updated : 2026-10-07
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