Today was her wedding.
Alina stood in front of the mirror, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe.
The woman looking back at her was not the same woman who had walked into Little Fang Academy a year ago, nervous and uncertain and desperately hoping she wouldn't fail. That woman had been tired. Overworked. Hiding from the world.
This woman was glowing.
The wedding was being held in the Shadow Domain, and according to Shadow customs, the bride wore black. Dante had designed the dress himself. He had told her weeks ago, very seriously, that he wanted her to wear something that represented power and eternity. She had laughed and said, "So black?"
He had said, "Yes." And then he had shown her the design, and she had stopped laughing.
