The 200-Year Bride Swap
(Alicia)
I step forward, and I can feel every gaze locked onto me, a collective breath held in anticipation. I carefully unbutton the jacket that matches my blue gown and take it off to show my bare shoulders and arms, revealing the intricate, blue-lined mark that stretches from my neck, across my shoulder, and down my upper arm: a beautiful blend of swirling Elven patterns that somehow form the shape of a howling wolf against a full moon. It glows under the moonlight, symbolizing a bridge between two worlds.