*Ciana*
In the early afternoon on the day before my wedding, I stood on a fitting platform while Brook worked on the final fitting for my dress and Sherry worked on finding the right makeup palette that would match the occasion.
I said “occasion" because it was not just my wedding anymore. The Public Relation department had turned it into this ordeal of a national celebration and public event as the first step to establish a transparent and people-friendly image of the royal court.
Floor length mirrors surrounded me on three sides while my friends worked to turn me into a beautiful princess bride.
The dress I was stuck in was far more lavish than I ever imagined. Apparently, because I was in my third trimester, the seamstress thought that weighing me down with excessive layers of fabr
