Aspen’s POV
“You’re just so beautiful, my darling,” my mother said, teary-eyed as she finished arranging my gauzy skirts.
I gazed in the mirror and had to admit, I had never looked this lovely before. My dress was fitted to me and a vibrant color, unlike the muted, dumpy dresses I’d worn in Ember Moon when I was Princess Cindra. My hair was lustrous. There was no other word for it. It absolutely shone, even without the jewels adorning it. I remembered thinking my hair was flat and listless in Ember Moon. I’d been a small, mousy creature as Princess Cindra. Princess Aspen was a sparkling gem today.
“You will be the envy of every bride for generations to come,” Kalinda agreed.
“Really?” I glanced at the budding seeress in a resplendent red. Her dress was a wine-colored velvet trimmed wit
