The hand of the clock struck over to four a.m.
Estelle sat in front of the mirror, taking herself in one last time. The light was bright, catching every detail, every flaw she refused to let exist in that moment. Her fingers lifted, smoothing a stray strand of hair back into place, lingering there for a second longer than necessary.
Her heart wouldn't slow down. Roman had been gone for hours, and time was slipping. She drew in a steady breath, her shoulders rising, then falling as she forced herself to stay still. Perfect. Everything had to be perfect.
Then the door opened behind her. The sound was soft, but it cut through her thoughts instantly.
She didn't turn right away, she just caught his reflection in the mirror first.
"Finally," she said, the words leaving her lips before he could speak. "I thought you'd never show."
