Lyra sat at her vanity, watching Aria's reflection in the mirror as her friend carefully applied her makeup. The emerald green dress with gold accents hung nearby, a reminder of the glamorous world she was about to step into.
"Are you sure about this, Ari?" Lyra asked, her voice tinged with worry. "With your vision... maybe I should stay home tonight."
Aria's hands stilled for a moment, her eyes meeting Lyra's in the mirror. A flicker of guilt passed across her face, quickly replaced by determination. "Lyra," she began, her voice soft but firm, "my visions... they're complex. They show possibilities, not absolutes."
Lyra raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Ari, every vision you've had has come true. The Seekers, Caden's arrival, even the way he influenced them. Your gift has never steered
