Kristen
Four Months Later…
The mountain air was crisp, smelling of pine needles and the distant, cooling spray of the waterfall. I stood in the shelter of the trees, the dappled twilight filtering through the canopy and dancing across the fabric of my dress. For a moment, I just breathed, letting the stillness of the forest settle the tiny, excited flutters in my chest.
I reached back, adjusting the hem of my gown one last time. It was my masterpiece. A halter-style dress made of shimmering, ivory silk-crepe that draped like liquid moonlight against my skin. The back was entirely open, a daring design choice that served a purpose beyond fashion. The neckline was cut specifically to frame the silver-pale crescent mark on my neck—the permanent, beautiful scar that hummed with Ezra’s power
