CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Sebastian was more nervous than he’d thought he would be, even given that it was his wedding day. His stomach was aflutter with the thought of it, and just trying to imagine standing beside Angelica, swearing his vows before the Masked Goddess, set his heart racing.
“Is there anything that still needs to be done?” Sebastian asked. “Are there any preparations still to be made?”
The servants around him shook their heads. Some even looked mildly insulted that he would ask.
“Everything is in order, your highness,” a valet said. “The Dowager is seeing to the preparations herself.”
Probably driving Angelica mad by doing it. The wedding had seemed like a battle between the two of them from the beginning. Even that battle seemed preferable to standing there while everyone e
