141. Athena
The entire packhouse was alive with hustle and bustle. People were buzzing with an energy that crackled in the air. Maids scurried from one end to the other, their arms carrying silk curtains and drapes, flowers, trays of delicacies and such. The scent of freshly baked pastries wrapped around the hallways, mingling with the rich fragrance of roses, jasmine and lavender. Everything had to be perfect.
After all, today was the day.
I stood at the window, wrapped in a silk robe, watching the whirlwind of preparations below. My fingers clutched the window sill as I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. The sight of servants bustling around should have filled me with joy, but instead, unease curled inside my chest.
A surprise wedding.
I still couldn’t believe it
