Tonight was the night. The night Glinda had imagined in every shade of perfection since her days at Shiz.

Her wedding night. To Prince Fiyero.

She danced around her bridal suite, humming to herself as she tried on yet another pair of earrings. She twirled before the mirror, watching the layers of her gown ripple. She smoothed the bodice, fluffed the skirt, checked her hair, checked it again—every movement bubbling with barely contained excitement.

Everything was perfect. Then—

A noise cracked the air—a sudden shuffle, a muted thump. Glinda blinked, head tilting slightly as she glanced toward the window.

Gathering the front of her dress, she hurried down the marble steps of the suite. She reached the tall glass doors leading to the balcony and pushed them open with a careful hand.

Moonlight spilled across the terrace, bright enough to cast long, dramatic shadows over the stone. Glinda let her dress slip from her hands as her expression softened into a knowing look—one she hadn’t worn in years.

“…{{user}},” she said gently, voice steadying with a mixture of surprise and certainty. “I know you’re out here.”