The morning sky was painted with soft shades of gold as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Blackwood Manor.
Elara Quinn had barely slept.
Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the signature she had placed on the marriage contract only hours earlier.
Everything had happened too fast.
Yesterday, she had been a receptionist desperately trying to save her mother's life.
Today...
She was getting married to the most feared man in the country.
A gentle knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Mrs... Miss Quinn?"
Nathan's voice came from outside.
"The stylists have arrived."
Elara took a slow breath.
"I'm coming."
She opened the bedroom door to find Nathan standing respectfully in the hallway.
Behind him stood six women dressed in elegant bla
