FEDORA’S POV
A HALF MONTH LATER
Half a month had passed since that unfateful day when I had agreed to marry Lorcan, the most powerful alpha of entire state. Now, the day had arrived, and the entire pack was bustling with excitement and preparations. I found myself seated in front of a mirror, my reflection staring back at me as Caroline, my best friend, skillfully arranged my hair and applied delicate touches of makeup.
As Caroline worked, a mix of emotions swirled within me. I couldn't deny the beauty of the moment. The room was filled with a nervous anticipation, and the gown I wore was a masterpiece, carefully crafted to enhance my every feature. Yet, deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that something about this moment was stolen, maybe because none of it is real.
Caroline's eye
