Lyra's POV
"Incredible," I whispered, and the amazement in my voice was completely genuine.
My typically rebellious red curls had been transformed into silky, straight locks that caught the light with every movement. My complexion appeared flawless, each contour of my face enhanced to perfection. The sharp line of my jaw looked more defined than ever. Raven had applied kohl around my eyes with expert precision, making my hazel irises stand out dramatically against my pale skin. My lashes appeared longer and darker, curling upward like delicate fans each time I blinked at my reflection.
The gown Sebastian had selected was a rich forest green that seemed to be constructed from countless fabric strands woven together into rope-like textures. These twisted elements curved around every inch of my body, emphasizing my hips, waist, and curves in ways I never thought possible.
One strand traced along the underside of my chest before spiraling down to my hip.
