Celeste stood in front of the mirror, fitted into a sleek ivory jumpsuit with a tailored waist and a soft off-shoulder neckline that gave it elegance without effort. The fabric hugged her form without clinging, flowing with understated grace.
Amara was bent over the dresser, fumbling with an open case of lip glosses. Her own outfit was a radiant sapphire-blue mini dress that caught the light as she moved, with her long braids pinned up in a crown-like twist. Her makeup was done in soft pastels with a hint of shimmer.
"I can't believe it's today," Celeste muttered, dabbing concealer under her eyes.
Amara grinned without turning. "Believe it. We made it, babe. This is our moment."
Celeste's eyes glowed with both anxiety and anticipation. Today wasn't just graduation. It was the end of one world, and the beginning of another.
She felt a bit alone, having no living biological family to share it with.
