Maya smiled, a genuine, radiant expression that reached her eyes. "I’m wearing myself," she said, her voice steady and clear. "And I’ve never felt more gorgeous."
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When she walked through the arched mahogany doors, the room went quiet for a heartbeat. It wasn't the silence of judgment she had feared as a teenager; it was the silence of awe. A photographer lowered his camera, then quickly raised it again, the flash catching the high line of her cheekbones and the proud set of her shoulders. Maya smiled, a genuine, radiant expression that reached