Lace and Claws

Vane Silas Adler's Pov:

Hazel’s laughter was softer than silk, brushing the quiet corners of the wedding shop. She sat cross-legged on the velvet couch, a wedding magazine splayed across her lap. Her fingers traced a lace gown in one of the glossy pages, her eyes lit like fireflies.

“This one,” she murmured, turning the book toward me. “Can you imagine me in it?”

I leaned closer, pretending to stu