Nuru's POV
I was miserable, but that wasn't what anyone in the palace would tell you. I had gone through ten gown fittings, and none had spoken to me like the designer had insisted. I ended up picking the one they fawned over most.
Unlike my presentation, where I had been an active participant in the preparation, if you asked me who was attending my wedding, I couldn't name even one person. I was just going through the motions, going where I was called, agreeing to whatever was needed. The wedding day drew closer, and finally, it was there with us.
That morning, the makeup artists had shared a sad look as they saw the state of my face. Dark circles and red-rimmed eyes met them after I had cried the whole night.
It was a 'purge Damien out of my system' night before I took vows that pro
