Seraphine's Pov

I never thought I'd see myself like this.

Standing before the mirror, chestnut-brown strands cascading down my shoulders... just like hers. Just like Delilah. Just like Celia. My hair had always been black, dark as the night sky, a crown that belonged only to me. But now, here I was, brushing through this imitation shade, painting myself into the mold of another woman.

Maybe...just maybe if I looked like her, Malric would look at me. Maybe if I moved like her, dressed like her, smiled like her, he would finally notice me.

Even my gown clung soft and light, just as Delilah would choose. My lips held only...