Laurel wasn't the only one who was disappointed with how the wedding turned out. Delia was too, and it was all Laurel’s fault. She seethed at the thought of the strange girl in red, on the king’s arm, who had stolen everyone’s attention.
She was supposed to be the most woman at the celebration. She was the bride, the prince’s wife! Everyone should have been overjoyed to bestow their blessings upon her and lavish her with attention.
Sure, Laurel was younger and more beautiful, and the fact that she was on the king’s arm had certainly added to her allure, but it was Delia’s wedding day! No bride should be upstaged on her wedding day.
When she arrived at the castle months ago, she had been enchanted by the luxury of the aristocratic life. The food was great; the dresses were beautiful, a
