ARIA’S POV:

“You look heavenly,” Nicolle’s image in the mirror showed me her stunned face.

“I’m just about done here.” The makeup artist sprayed my face and began to pack her bags.

“You look…” Nicolle was star-struck. I couldn’t blame her. I could not even recognize myself. I looked completely different, but in a good way. Every part of my body reflected that I had undergone a transformation.

“Thank you very much, except my dress is not here yet.” I reported.

“What?” The instant panic was the same one I had been building for hours. “It’s thirty minutes to the ceremony.” She paced about the room. “He knows better. He...