Evaline:
The Academy uniform fit better than I expected.
It was tailored in deep navy with silver accents. The blazer hugged my waist just right, with the Silver Moon Academy crest embroidered neatly over the left side of my chest. The skirt was modest, pleated, and brushed just above my knees, paired with soft black stockings and low-heeled boots.
I buttoned the last silver clasp and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognized the girl looking back. I looked healthier, the color had returned my pale face and there was a quiet steadiness in my posture, as if my spine had learned how to hold strength instead of shame.
Was I really the same Evaline from a week ago? Let alone the one from two months ago The? The girl who ran for days through the woods, hiding from the betrayal and the brothers?
