Epilogue 2

TESSA POV

"Are you sure this dress isn't too tight?"

I turned sideways in front of the mirror, smoothing the deep green fabric over my hips, then turned back and frowned at my own reflection. The lamplight caught the small gold embroidery along the hem, and for a moment I was seventeen again, standing in front of a different mirror in a different life, hating everything I saw.

Malcolm looked up from where he was fastening his cufflinks and studied me for a few seconds too long, the way he always did when he wanted me to squirm a little before he answered.

"You're beautiful."

I rolled my...