Chapter 38 Katerina

• My reflection looks nothing like me. Yes, it's my face with the right color eyes, the familiar cupid's bow mouth, but that's where it ends. The woman staring at me in the mirror, with her hair wound up in an elegant braid with white flowers woven through and sparse rouge on her cheeks, is a stranger.
• Rubbing my hands down the wedding dress that squeezes my middle, I let out a sigh. Get it together, Katerina. This is you. You chose this dress for this day. My inner voice doesn't help. I still feel like I'm out of my body, watching somebody else prepare for her wedding.
• "Miss?" Olesya asks. "Do you like it? Should I add more blush or thicker eyeliner?"