Epilogue 1

IMEELA

Six years later –

I checked my appearance one last time just to make certain that I looked presentable for the supernatural conference that we were attending.

The pencil dress came to my knees. The top was white with a notched neck and three-quarters sleeves. The bottom was black with strips of black and white crisscrossing the waist. My hair was pulled into a low side bun with my newly designed diadem.

Honestly, I hated wearing the crown in public, which this conference was, but our normal diadems were not official enough, according to our Cabinet, so we designed new ones that were more official looking. They were more pronounced with the Precoza crest designed within it.

I opted for a natural look with my makeup, so it just highlighted my features. Luckily, my mates did not care if I wore makeup or not because it was not something that I cared about either.

“You look beautiful, Mom,” Zion said from behind me.

I turned around and smiled at my handsome son. He was as tall