Ali

I stand in front of the full-length mirror, my reflection framed by the delicate tendrils of my long, blonde hair. The cascading locks are elegantly styled, adorned with a tiara that sparkled like a thousand stars. My eyes are shimmering with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation as I gaze at the wedding gown that clings to me like a second skin.

Around me, the bridal suite buzzed with activity. My dearest friends Shikari and Mer both came down to help me. I smile as I watch them, dressed in rich burgundy gowns, flitted about, attending to the final details of the day. Their laughter and chatter fills the room, a joyful chorus of love and support for their dear friend. My soul smiles and a soothing warmth from my phoenix soothes my soul.

Amidst the excitement, I couldn't help but steal glances at myself in the mirror. I have always prided myself on my strength and resilience in the clandestine world I inhabited. But today, in this moment of vulnerability and beauty, I fe