_Lyla’s POV_
It was finally the day of the wedding.
The morning sun poured through the windows like golden honey, casting a soft glow over every surface of my room. My hands trembled slightly as I added the final touches to my light makeup. I was trying to dab a bit of shimmer at the corners of my eyes and brush a soft pink across my lips. My hair had already been done. I could feel the soft waves cascading down my back. I had adorned my hair with delicate silver pins shaped like crescent moons. My dress shimmered under the light. Its silky fabric clung gently to my curves before flaring out around my swollen belly.
It was the dress Dorian had chosen himself. He had taken me shopping for it weeks ago, insisting that I try it on even when I protested that it would make my bump too obviou
