Ever since leaving Portland and ending up in Searchlight, Nesryn had been looking for the parts of herself she knew she was on the inside. Brian helped more than he knew, she was always grateful for his love and adoration. Her mate, the very life and soul that flowed through her. She was a Queen then, and also now.
As her dark eyes peered into the mirror, she didn’t recognize the woman staring back at her even though the face was the same. She’d grown taller, more graceful, her hourglass shape complimented by white linens, gold jewelry, and in her dark hair sat a crown. Her confidence soared.
She was ready to see what the party would be like, if any of her friends would be there, but just for another second she wanted to look at herself. She couldn’t help it.