Beneath the Winter Moon
Snow followed them like a soft curtain wherever they went, the city taking on a glow of white and gold.
In one boutique near the edge of the shopping district, Celeste finally stepped out of the fitting room in a gown with flowing black lace sleeves and a fitted bodice, the fabric hugging her like a second skin. She didn’t speak.
Neither did the others.
Victoria blinked. "Well, damn."
Lysandra smiled knowingly. "That’s the one."
Celeste didn’t need to check the mirror. She felt it.
They left the boutique just as the sun was beginning to set, bags in hand, cheeks pink from cold and laughter. It had been a day unlike any other, light, full of softness and strength. A day where Celeste felt alm
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