Luna stood in front of the full length mirror, her hands shaking as she stared at her reflection. The room was filled with the soft glow of warm lighting, casting a gentle shadow over the elegant wooden dresser in front of her.
Her heart raced as she tried to calm her nerves, and her best friend, Rachel, stood beside her, ready to lend a hand.
Rachel, dressed in a trendy outfit of her own, stood beside her, admiring the final touches of her handiwork. "You look amazing, Luna," she breathed, a sly grin creeping across her lips. "Damian won't know what hit him when he sees you." she teased.
Luna's cheeks flushed with color, and she glanced down at her feet, unsure of what to say. "You're just saying that to make me feel better," she murmured, trying to hide the nervous quiver in her voice.
"No, I'm serious. You look amazing," Rachel insisted with a grin.
