"WHERE. ARE. THE. PEONIES." I heard Keira scream.
I had absurdly requested a wedding in Varun, and Eli had accepted. This had given my mother and sister exactly three days to plan a wedding; they were furious.
The day had finally arrived and about 50 women were swarming in and out of my chambers. A corset had been tied around me and my breasts were nearly touching my chin. But the dress itself was everything I'd hoped for. It cinched perfectly at my waist and cascaded over my hips. It rippled as though made of liquid when I walked and the train was long enough without dragging for miles behind me. Flowers stitched with gold needlework decorated the corset, with a large lily at the centre. It was the national flower of Varun and was on our coat of arms.
"PEONIES," the scream came again.
