Chapter 168

• CIARA’S POV (THREE MONTHS LATER)
• The satin of my wedding dress felt like liquid moonlight against my skin. I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, hardly recognizing the woman looking back at me. Five months ago, I was fighting for my life. Today, I was about to marry the love of my life.
• The dress was everything I'd dreamed of and nothing I'd ever expected to wear. Ivory silk cascaded from a fitted bodice that hugged my curves like a second skin. Delicate lace sleeves wrapped around my arms, ending in points at my wrists. The neckline dipped just enough to be elegant without being scandalous. A chapel train flowed behind me, embroidered with tiny silver threads that caught the light like stars.