The fabric of the gown flowed like delicate petals around her slender frame, its intricate embroidery shimmered in the dim glow.
Alyssane braided a few strands of her hair as she waited for Kazmun. Her mind was entirely silent for the first in what felt like forever.
Her gaze was distant, but unmoving from her reflection.
It felt as if a stranger's grey eyes were staring back at her.
'What's taking him so long?'
Alyssane wondered, letting go of the fourth slender braid. There were two on both sides of her face now, and they made her wavy blonde―nearly silver hair appear more tamed and neat.
'I doubt there is any festival left to be seen now.'
'Will he even come?'
She felt less and less certain with each passing minute.
But for once, she wanted to ignore every wrong thing going on in her life, even herself, and steal a few moments of blissful denial.
A night should be enough.
