Chapter one hundred forty four

Alina stood in front of a full-length mirror, her breath catching as she took in the vision staring back at her. The dress—her dress—was nothing short of magical. It was made of the softest white silk that shimmered in the candlelight, with delicate lace cascading down the sleeves and bodice, hugging her figure before flowing into a sweeping train.

Silver embroidery in swirling patterns of moons and wolves traced the edges, as if the night sky itself had woven the gown together.

Her long, straight red hair was curled into soft waves, pinned back just enough to reveal her hazel eyes, which gleamed with excitement and nerves. A delicate silver crown, adorned with tiny diamonds that twinkled like stars, rested on her head.

Behind her, Susan, her mother, let out a breathy sigh.

"You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart," Susan whispered, her eyes shining with pride.