Lyra’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror, unable to contain my excitement. Tonight was my bridal shower, and I had waited for this day for as long as I could remember. When I was younger, I didn’t even fully understand what happened at a bridal shower, I just loved the idea of it, loved the name. Now, here I was, about to experience my own, and everything felt perfect.
“Lyra, are you ready?” Mary’s voice floated from the other room, full of excitement.
“Almost!” I called back, smoothing down my dress one last time. I had gone all out for tonight. I wore a flowing white dress that hugged my curves just right, delicate lace covering the bodice and cascading down to the floor. It was soft, elegant, and exactly what I had always imagined for this special night. My friends, on the other han
