Evaline:
The white fabric of my dress caught the late morning light streaming in from the dorm window, glowing faintly against my skin. I turned in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing my palms over the fitted waistline one last time.
The dress was elegant - simple but graceful - with its soft flow that brushed against my legs when I moved.
Behind me, Mallory was fussing with the last curl of my hair. "There," she said finally, stepping back and tilting her head. "Perfect. You look like a snow goddess."
I smiled faintly. "You have been saying that since you started curling my hair."
"Because it's true," she insisted, folding her arms and eyeing me with an exaggeratedly approving look. "Honestly, Eva, if you don't end up stealing the whole ceremony, I'll be shocked."
