Cassian stepped into the hallway, adjusting the cuff of his suit as he scanned the corridor.
"Has anyone seen Mira?" he asked one of the staff members passing by.
"She's in the bridal suite, sir. Hair and final touches."
He nodded once and walked toward the room, his steps measured and composed until he reached the half-open door.
Inside, Mira sat before a tall mirror, her hair cascading down her back while the stylist secured the final pins into place. Soft evening light filtered through the windows, catching the subtle shimmer woven into her gown. The delicate beading traced along the fabric like scattered starlight, reflecting faint glimmers with every small movement. She sat straight and composed, her posture calm yet radiant in its quiet confidence.
He did not enter immediately. Instead, he remained where he stood, taking in the sight of her without interruption.
