Aria Snow pov :
The mirror didn't lie.
For years, I had avoided looking at my reflection. I hated the pale, skinny girl who stared back—the girl with the weird white hair and the eyes that always looked like they were about to cry.
But today, the girl in the mirror was a stranger.
She was taller. Her skin wasn't sallow anymore; it glowed with a faint, pearlescent light. Her white hair, which I used to hide under beanies and hoods, was loose. It cascaded down her back like a river of starlight, thick and healthy.
And her eyes...
They were still blue. But they were no longer the color of a frozen puddle. They were the color of the deep ocean—calm on the surface, but hiding a deadly current underneath.
"No more hoodies," I whispered.
I opened my closet. My hand hovered over th
