“And you’re there, too, but- look at me! I didn’t even know my hair could do that-”
I snorted playfully, unsurprised that Isaac was only focusing on himself as I turned back to scroll through more comments on my laptop.
It had been a few days since our wedding photos and interview were released to the public, and it didn’t take long for the photos to spread all over the media and magazines. The media seemed to have changed their tune about me, referring to me as “Prince Thorne’s Beautiful Bride” instead of the “Elusive Miss Ravenwood” like they previously had, which was nice.
We had announced our wedding date – exactly one month from now – and of course, while there were still many who disapproved and thought the wedding was a sham, other voices had apologized for their prev
