Penelope
Today is the long awaited and anticipated day.
The morning dawns clear and bright, as if the universe itself is blessing this transition of power.
I stand before my mirror, adjusting the clothes specially tailored for today.
"You look beautiful," Mia says from where she is perched on my bed, watching me with barely concealed emotion. "Your father would be so proud." She adds.
"I hope so." I smooth down the fabric one more time, studying my reflection. The woman staring back at me looks stronger than she did a week ago.
Color returned to her cheeks, steadiness in her gaze, the shadow of death that had been creeping closer finally banished by Aaron's presence.
Speaking of Aaron…
A knock sounds at my door, and he enters without waiting for permission. He's dressed formally
