Soraya's POV
I ran my fingers over the white diamond-studded dress Lucian had picked out for me, marvelling at how well it suited me.
"You look beautiful, Raya," Bella complimented me, smiling as she helped me zip up the dress.
"Thank you," I whispered, bending down as I pretended to adjust the straps of the dress in an attempt to hide my tears. I could not believe this day was finally here.
My happiness knew no bounds when the triplets officially proposed to me a few days ago, but this was the height of it. I was getting married! And although it hurt a little that I did not have much family, I was grateful for my father's presence.
"Is this really happening?" I said aloud, more to myself than to Bella. But she responded by hugging me tightly.
"You deserve it. You deserve all of it."
