Marabella's POV
Luca's mother was already walking down the walkway to meet me, before I could get out of the car. "Bella, Bella", she called. "Ma, just know that you are the only person allowed to call me that", I grinned. Ma smiled wide, as she grabbed my hand and started to pull me inside. "It's time to get dressed. Everyone is already waiting for you", she announced cheerily. "Ma, I don't need help getting ready", I chuckled, trying to passively approach the situation. "Nonsense, you are the Queen, might as well be treated like one", Ma replied, waving it off as no big deal.
But, the thing is, it is a big deal, for me at least. I really don't want a stampede of people seeing me naked, and taking note of my scars. It has taken a lot out of me, just to show Luca as much of my body as I
