Only Her Touch
Matt, weak but lucid, confirmed through a brief video call that he intended to attend in person, propped in a wheelchair if that was what it took.
By late afternoon, Alicia stood in front of a mirror in a dress that fit like it had been made for exactly this version of her, not the version who'd once curtsied politely at Vasquez galas, but the one who had survived becoming someone new. Simple ivory silk, no excess, no borrowed jewels from a family that had never truly given her anything freely. Just her, steady and certain, waiting for the moment she'd chosen for herself.
"You look terrifying," Priya said, appearing in the doorway with a soft, delighted laugh. "In the best possible way. Like