Chapter 55: When A Witch Weds A Werewolf
Jamie’s POV
Tears welled up in my father’s eyes as he looked at me.
“You look beautiful, Princess,” said my father, a stray tear falling and sliding down his cheek. He wiped it away absentmindedly and sniffled. He blew his nose loudly in his handkerchief.
He looked dashing, his blonde hair slicked back. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white satin shirt and black satin bow tie. The satin gleamed. I loved that material for its soft sheen. My mother came into the upstairs bedroom at the Gold Manor where I was getting ready. She looked beautiful in a deep mauve gown that shimmered with every movement. It complimented her mocha coloured skin and shiny dark eyes. Her tightly wound glossy curls were up in an elaborate bun.
“You look lovely, Mom.
