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glinted in my pinned-up hair, strands curled delicately around my face like I was being prepared for display. For years, I wondered why my hair was blond. Why my eyes were blue. Why I didn't look like Celeste, or my mother, or anyone else in Nightfall. Everyone else had thick, dark hair. Warm brown eyes. Earth-toned skin kissed by the southern sun. As for me, I had always seemed out of place. My skin was unnaturally pale, the kind of pale that made people whisper about sicknes fragility. My features are unmistakably foreign.

For years I told myself there could be only one reason, I must be an unfortunate anomaly. Now... I think I finally understood why. Before my thoughts could spiral, the maid returned. "Alpha Collin requests your presence in the drawing hall," she said. Then, after a glance, added, "Lord Cassian is adamant on seeing his bride." Bride. I stood. My fingers curled slightly at my sides, just enough to keep them from shaking. I knew I shouldn't be mourning. This place had never been kind to me, never warm, never safe. And yet... something inside me pulled back at the thought of leaving.

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