Alaia
I observed the garden from the office window, hugging myself and pressing my arms with my hands. I didn’t know what I was thinking about—there were too many things in my head. One of them was stronger than all the others, and it scared me. I couldn’t allow myself to feel this; I had to fight against it. I lived two years without him; I could do it for the rest of my life.
I sighed.
"Princess, the invitations have arrived," Cedric's voice brought me back to reality.
"What invitations?" I asked, not quite understanding what he asked. I turned halfway to see him holding a card in his hands.
"It will be exactly in a month," he said, and my eyebrows knitted together. So soon? It seemed like there were several months left. He walked towards me and handed me our wedding invitations. Th
