King Braedon POV
I stand in the front foyer, adjusting my bowtie for what feels like the millionth time, feeling my mouth go dry. From all reports, Blair had been stunned by the amount of preparation she'd been expected to do, with her own personal stylist, hairdresser, beauty and makeup person. She wasn't used to having so much attention lavished on her. I had been told in passing that she had disliked it too, having to be cajoled into wearing a dress and makeup, as she didn't like the feel of the makeup on her skin and she was uncomfortable wearing dresses. I was certain that the end result was going to look fabulous though. She was beautiful in plain jeans and a shirt so a dress would only enhance her natural beauty.
Suddenly my heart began to race and then I saw her. My mouth gaped
