The wedding gown clung to my body like a second skin, it’s soft silken fabric seemed to whisper against my body anytime I moved.
In short, I felt heavenly.
“Please turn around, my lady.” Sara, the seamstress whispered, her words low, her gaze down as her hands already began to move my body before I could even reply.
I turned and stared at the reflection in the mirror. I looked unfamiliar.
I was pale, but composed.
Behind me, I could see Sylvia lean forward on a sofa as she hummed, appreciating the dress. “You look gorgeous, honey.” she smiled,
Beside her, Vera nodded, her lips curled upwards into a warm smile as she spoke softly to one of the maids.
It was almost time, and for me, every second that passed now was an eternity.
An hour before I became the mate of a man who had not op
