October 1994
***Sofia’s POV***
The next two weeks come and go, filling me with dread as my wedding day was quickly approaching. In exactly 2 months I would give away my life to Julian and became his Queen.
Mom was going mad with wedding details, selecting the food, venue and music. I was more than happy to let her take control of the planning, though; I had no interest in the event, let alone deciding what flowers to have in the table center pieces. I even let her select my wedding dress as I could not bring myself to do it. She picked a ballgown with a train and lacy long sleeves, the tulle veil extending down past my waist. But not matter how beautiful the dress, I found myself on the verge of tears at every fitting, wishing with all my might that it would be Mateo I would
