Luna stood in front of the floor-length mirror, smoothing her hands down the silky emerald green gown that hugged her figure perfectly.
"Okay but WHY do I look like I'm about to walk a runway instead of attend a 'casual private dinner'?"* she asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously at Saige.
Aria, who was already glammed up in soft blush tones, smirked. "Because you're Luna freaking Wolfe. You were born to slay in satin."
"Still doesn't explain the heels,"* Luna muttered, grabbing her clutch. *"Y'all acting weird this week."
Saige and Aria shared a knowing glance behind her.
Meanwhile, across town…
The rooftop was glowing.
Golden fairy lights wrapped around glass railings, petals scattered across the white floor, and a live quartet softly rehearsing in the corner.
Asher stood at the center, black tux sharp and custom-fitted, running a hand through his hair.
"Everything set?" he asked Zane.
Zane gave him a small grin. "She's gonna cry."
"Happy tears?"
"Better be."
