Chapter 19
Astorre stared out at the palace ballroom to watch his bride, radiant in her white wedding dress. She was talking and laughing with her friend as the room sparkled in white marble walls and blue and olive green tapestries, a way to tie in Avce’s royal colors with Montelino Bay’s history.
The ballroom had white round tables, where dignitaries sipping cocktails gossiped, and a string band quartet played for background noise.
While he'd never wanted a wedding, this was pretty spectacular.
And unlike his home, there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Bright blue skies during the day had transformed to less bright and deeper blue skies of the early night that allowed small glimpses of stars.
Not that he needed a star. Clara shone as a princess today with her hair up and small ringlets at
