The Chemistry
Wedding of Shadows and Secrets
Mayeli sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection as Shaila tugged the last strand of her hair into place.
“You’re beautiful,” Shaila murmured, stepping back to admire her work.
Bryelle stood at her mother’s side, arms crossed, her dark eyes scanning Mayeli with quiet scrutiny. At twelve, she was no longer the little girl who clung to her mother’s skirts—she was growing into a young woman with an air of sharp intelligence, her presence more commanding than most adults in the room.
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