The Grand Reveal

The sun poured in through gauzy white curtains as Lyra stood at the mirror, adjusting the strap of her linen dress.

Her fingers trembled—just a little—as she smoothed the fabric down her side. Not because the dress didn’t fit right. It did. Almost too well.

It was this lunch she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

Her heart still held the echo of Kira’s words, soft and sure: