Hermia's POV
I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping out into the cool evening air. My fingers smoothed down the delicate fabric of my dress as I squared my shoulders. It's just another night. You can do this, I told myself firmly, taking a measured step toward the grand entrance.
But this wasn't just another night. It wasn't just a dinner, another gathering, another evening of whispered insults and dismissive glances.
Tonight was different.
Tonight, I wasn't just going to exist in the background. I was going to be seen.
A glimmer of hope flickered inside me as I ascended the steps. This wasn't just about enduring my family—I had a chance to reclaim my place, to remind them that I was more than they gave me credit for.
With each step, my nerves melted into something stronger. Determination.
By the time I reached the grand doors of the venue, my grip on my clutch had tightened, my resolve solidified. No matter what happens tonight, I will not shrink.
