Chapter 37 Morning Light And Packing Shadows

• The mid-morning light poured in through tall windows as Jenna stood before her open closet, garment bags draped across the bed, shoes lined up in careful rows. She held the obsidian gown in her hands—the one she’d chosen to be unforgettable in—and stared at it in silence.
• Behind her, the door creaked open.
• “Am I late?” Mira asked, a soft teasing lilt in her voice. She stepped in holding two steaming cups of tea, her cheeks flushed from the chill in the halls—or maybe something more.