"I think this is okay, Grace. You already look stunning. Even when you were lying in that bed unconscious, you still looked beautiful."

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Oh please, don't remind me of those days. It was crazy seeing my face like that. I was terrified the scars would never fade."

I laughed as I moved closer to her while she adjusted her dress. I helped her put on the necklace around her neck — the emerald one I made for her. "Well, they did."

She stopped, frozen for the briefest second, then screamed and hugged me tightly. "You found it!"

"I snatched it from that witch's neck....