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I turned my body this way and that in the mirror, unable to help the smile that lifted my lips when I saw my full, reddened cheeks in the mirror.

I was wearing a blood-red off-shoulder gown that matched the hazel of my eyes and hugged my curves tightly, spreading into a low poof at my waist. Ymir had put white lilies in my hair and I could still smell the sweet, airy nectar in my nose.

“You look like an angel Raya,” The old woman whispered as tears filled her eyes and I smiled coyly at her, pushing my delicately curled hair back with my hands so...